There is a certain sweetness to coming home. Home to a place full of things you choose, a safe place. A place where you can go and enjoy yourself on your own, it’s comfortable and has a touch of your personality throughout. Everything in it reminds you of memories. Home is even better when you come home to someone you care for. You enjoy small things with, daily comforts. I look forward to that someday.
There is a genuine quality to living with friends too, and I miss being with my family. So far away. On the other hand, living here it’s great to have things...