Finding Home

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!

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