Home is where...
my own bed resides.
there are not 20 other dudes using the bathroom.
i re-engage my frontal lobes and stop acting like a junior high boy. sort of.
i am most at peace.
i am loved like crazy.
there is beer in the fridge that does not drain money from my wallet.
the dishes in the sink are mine, not some other highly paid religious professional's who does not do his own dishes.
i get to not be the smallest guy in the room.
i miss my friends in the J terribly.
where i am happiest and most content.
the place where i am most wanted,
the place where all that i am comes from. (thanks, chris and johnny!)
where i want to be more than anywhere right this moment.
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