home.

I didn't think I knew how to describe what home was to me, didn't think there was much substance to the word. I know now, it's a feeling. It's a warmth that starts at your toes and goes up through your body all the way to your fingertips - it's the sweet embrace - it's a comfort that can't be matched by anyone or anything. Home is where you are - and so this building is temporary, but it is where we find our spot together. That makes it home, and I am happy to be in it. Happy to be sitting here listening to your sweet voice - receiving your captivating smile.. being where you are. Home is something you create - something you find and elaborate on, make your own. Your my own - and there isn't much sweeter than that. My head is cloudy, and I feel like I've been gone for years. I want to just lay in bed with you for a few days, collect the lost time and make it up. I wonder when I will feel back to myself, back to routine and back to home. It's good to be here, to get the wheels starting again - get into my skin and feel it all out. I feel full, and I just want to empty it all somewhere so that I can start filling back up. The never ending process - fill it up, dump it out, repeat. But I know one thing for sure, hearing you sing is one of my favorite things in this world - and I wouldn't trade being right here right now for anything.