Home.

I think I finally found home. I feel so relieved to be there, and when away from it, my soul aches to return. Sitting down next to my roommate, the both of us in the same position, returning from our days. We have just what we need. I have no need to keep my guard up. In our agreements, no one had to back down and now we've finally got what we've always wanted.
Now, on this day, the fifth anniversary of my dad's death, I just can't wait to go home.