Where the heart is.
There's nothing luxurious about my house. My parents aren't waiting on me, hand on foot. I haven't even slept in past 8:30AM yet (which one would expect, given my crazy work schedule). It doesn't matter that it's gloomy and cold out. There's just something about home that makes it home.
And Vancouver will always be home.
It's nice to be back. (Even if just for a visit.)
2007-09-20
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