Driving home from dinner the other night, we cruised past our old apartment complex.
It’s a weird thing, I said to Marathon Man.
Him: What’s that?
Me: I used to think “Ah, we’re home!” whenever I spotted the complex, but now I don’t.
Him: Well, it’s not home anymore.
Me: True enough. But I thought that I’d have those feelings for a little while after moving since we lived there for so long. Turns out, I’ve not had those feelings at all.
Him: That’s because home is where the kitties are.
Treat time!