a new home
every year, i have always looked forward to coming home to our (now former) home. maybe i just love the familiarity the house comes with. having the bed i’ve always had. lying on the floor or the couch which has survived its 20 years of existence due to miracle called reupholstering. the house may not have first class amenities but it was home.
but now, i (have to) call a new house in a new community home.





