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On My Way Home

“Where we love is home, home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.” - Oliver Wendell Holmes

Last Saturday night, Phil stated that I should come home. Being that we were both well on our way to getting inebriated, I gave him the benefit of the doubt and told him I wouldn’t hold him to it, should he not feel the same way the next day. We continued the night and filled it with friends, beer, and the smell of roasted Michelin tires. I was able to not mention the topic throughout the next day. We were sitting at the dinner table, stuffed with biscuits and gravy when I threw it back out there on the table. I half-way expected him to apologize and say that he wanted to wait a bit longer before having me move back.

Instead, he took my hand and told me that, yes, he does in fact want me to come back. Even while sober.

I kept a dry eye then. But, it’s easy now to get choked up about it. No one else has ever made me feel so much like I belong with them. I’m very blessed to have someone care for me the way he has and does.

Now, I can check Topeka off of the list of places I’ve resided in and don’t care to ever return to.  I’ve started the process of moving back. Updating my address again, looking at my options to get out of my rental agreement, and returning the few items I unpacked back to their cardboard boxes. I bet no one else in the world has ever been this elated to move to Carbondale, Kansas.

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