Where everything will be alright.

Where I want to be.

Being able to dance around without pants on and be comfortable about it.

A feeling, not a place.

Where I culture my bad habits.

Where the heart is.

Where you live.

What you love.

What you make of it.

A dusty, noisy, delightful mess.

The spot where your shoulder curves into your neck.

A place in time.

^{We got a home.}