evening in my hometown


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.

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