even if it's just for today. Outside the sun is shining, feels like heaven ain't far away.
Home, tomorrow. I think about it, and this is the first place I've lived outside of my parents house that I regularly call home. In college it was "my room" or "the dorm" and everywhere else it was "the apartment". Now, it's home. I feel like it's mine, and the thought of leaving it and maybe moving somewhere else in the future is weird. Nothing in the house matches, it's all a mish-mash of things people have given us or we've found discarded on the curb. But they are ours. None borrowed, none to get packed up for the summer while we're home on vacation.
Home. Tomorrow.
(photograph by Sean Ryan)
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