It's going to be a fair December.

This is when it's finally making sense.

I'm home. HOME. I'm a homeboy. I love being home. I had forgotten how good it feels, how much of you is part of home, how much home is you. I can't believe how much I've been able to figure out. Why, is not a question anymore, it feels like an answer. I'm not sure how much this is going to last, but I think it will.

Love.

Life.

Happiness.

Home.

That's what I've been taught. That's what I see. I'm happy when I'm home. I feel needed at home. I like being needed. It keeps that drive going. It sucks whenever you notice that some people don't need you, but fuck it. Sometimes you don't need people either. So fuck it. Live it, love it and be cool with those who are cool with you.

You never know when one of those will have your back.

And at home, you know where you're really at.