Home

feels good.


Home feels right.


Home is where I would like to stay.


It feels so good, so right and so stayable that I am loathe to saddle up my high horse with my soap box and bitch and moan my last few stories at you.


But at some point in the very near future, it will not feel so good, right or stayable and I will be right back here, catharticizing my heart out.


Until then, smoochers and squeezes.