feels like home

Last night while I was trying to fall asleep I was thinking about how blessed I am in so many ways. The barristers arm was draped across my stomach and for the first time in weeks I felt an unconditionally love that was familiar but has been missing in France. Since being here I have often thought of home, but last night a new thought hit me. Home is not a location nearly as much as it is a someone. Home is wherever the person you love resides.