Comfort

I'm not really one for routine, but I have to admit that there's a certain kind of safety that can only be found in the familiar. Right now, for example, I'm curled up on my couch in a t-shirt that I've had since 8th grade and listening to the thunder roll in, just like I did as a kid on my grandparents' porch. For dinner, I went with wine and my absolute favorite dish that my boyfriend's mother cooks.

My stomach's full, my brain's a little dizzy, and I'm winning every game of Words with Friends that I start.

And I'm home. Not in the way that's a specific building or a place, but this sense that everything's right and I belong and I'm happy in the realest of ways. It's awesome.