sometimes life throws you a curveball that was very rude and unexpected and your whole living situation drastically changes.
so you move.
the funny thing about moving is that your whole concept of home changes. your current place of residence that once felt like home, transitions back in to the empty space it was when you first found it. then you move into a new empty space and try to make it your new home as quickly as possible.
what is home, really?
home isn't where your stuff is. home isn't where you rest your head at the end of the day. i don't even think home is where you spend most of your time.
home is where you are welcome and loved.
i'm excited for my future home with joe. i'm eager to be welcomed home by someone who accepts me for the crazy hot mess that i am and who still loves me at the end of every day.
i can't wait to marry joe. to be home.