Home

I've been thinking back to that trip a lot lately, remembering little moments that, at the time, just pass you by.

Walking around the island, noticing that our steps are always in sync, that our pace is identical.

The moment of "this is right"

Seeing her for the first time in months, walking into the airport, shaking all the way down the escalator, so unsure of what's behind the frosted doors.

The first hug, the last hug.

I would love to even just be able to play back those few days, and relive every moment. To sleep in a room a few thousand millimeters away instead of a few thousand kilometers. To just feel every moment again and again.

This is home
Now I'm finally
Where I belong
Where I belong
Yeah, this is home
I've been searching
For a place of my own
Now I've found it
Maybe this is home
Yeah, this is home
(This Is Home, Switchfoot)

I so desperately want this to work, and I want to be happy with every moment of it.