It feels so good to be home. With a renewed sense of what home means, I am perfectly content to be where I am. I am so happy to have returned to the arms of the people I love most in the world, and for life to be able to carry on as if I never left.
It is strange, though, being able to carry on as if I never left.
Sometimes it feels as if I just hit my head and had a colorful dream, filled with loving characters that pulled me off into a new world, only to inevitably wake up and be back in my familiar bed. It is as if I am in one of those stories where at the last moment, the author writes and then she awoke from a dream.
And what a dream it was!
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