Coming Home

With all the hustle and bustle of moving into a new apartment there isn't really any time to take things in. There is furniture to move, mattresses to buy, utilities to set up. It is easy to miss out on what is happening around you. I think I didn't really let it sink in, it was all happening too fast. There was too much, it just wasn't possible to absorb it all. With the whirlwind of possibilities and (new) responsibilities, I barely had time to sit down and breathe let alone think. But then all of a sudden it smacked me in the face. That Friday night, as I lit candles for the first time in my life, it dawned on me... I was home.