What is it about coming “home” that makes your heart so happy, your body at peace, and this feeling of I can’t stop smiling because I’m genuinely so happy. I put home in quotation marks because my home is in Boston but not with my actual family. We all can choose to make our own home’s, with our own friends, our pets, and ourselves. Sometimes the reality is that home is not always our actual home and that’s okay.

My moments of genuine happiness are so rare that I can count on one hand how many times I have felt this type of happiness. So being here is good. Because I am home.

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