But it’s one tiny place in all that I consider home. Now, home for me is whenever my dog crawls up next to me on the sofa and pushes her head against my hip to get a scratch behind the ear before she goes to her own spot to crash out for the night. Home is the relief of friendship – do you know what I mean? When you don’t have to bite your tongue. Home is being surrounded in the softest comforter, by the warmest arms, with the ease of doing whatever feels right.
evening in my hometown