Well, it’s true. I’m home. And it is wonderful to be back. Even my dog missed me, which is saying a lot because she’s not actually my dog, and I really didn't think to miss her! Ha. Good ol’ faithful pooch.
Before I left my other home, I wanted to buy a shirt, a sort of in memorium if you will. Well, I found that said what I wanted it to say, but didn't fit properly. It said “[this place] has my heart.” I thought it was true before I left… now that I've left, I know it’s true. My other home feels like home. I know, I’m getting all sentimental, and I know that there are no rules about having two (or more) homes, so just let me get it out and hopefully it will all be better. Also, remember that I’m jet-lagged, stuck home alone, and haven’t seen anyone besides my family and my BFF.
Anywho. Home, I’m glad to be here. Other Home, I’ll be back soon.