Anne once said that love reminds her of home. How at times home disappoints but you know it’s a place you can always come back to, a place that makes you feel safe. Home always lets you rely on.
This is the first time in months (and years) that I have woken up not hating myself for the choices I’ve made.
This morning I deleted a text message from my dad’s phone about how I won’t be home early. Because I did wind up home alright.
When home gives you second chances, are you really making use of it all.
Home always forgives you, which in truth I feel is a tragedy.
Home is love, love makes you feel like you’re home.
I woke up this morning so thankful I got home.