And at once I knew, I was not magnificent.


Home Sweet Homes

Last night was the first night in almost seven months that I actually looked forward to coming home. Yesterday afternoon, before I had to leave for work, I took the time to make my room my own again (which took some amount of effort considering I’ve been sharing with a 4 year old the past few months). Moving back home is rarely easy, especially once you’ve had a taste of true freedom and independence, but my move was especially hard. I’m just glad that things are eventually starting to flow a lot easier at home, but then is it just a funny coincidence that this change only happened once I announced that I was moving back out in a month…