Better Late the Never...
Going through life, I felt as rootless as a bromeliad, easy to uproot and growing wherever I was because I had no choice. But I think I finally found my home. It’s right where I’d expected it and I may never leave. Well, I still want to travel the world, preferably while I’m still young enough to not have a mortgage and I lot of responsibilities tying me down, but when I’m done I’ll come back here. This is my home. I’ve known it for a while but the knowledge seems to have finally really settled into my bones. I live here. Just try and take it from me.