Home.

I'm here. It's nice. San Diego never felt humid to me before. Humidity never felt good to me before.

I was standing outside at the airport with a big-ass grin on my face as D pulled up. I think that was the best hug I've gotten in awhile. Although we'll have to wait and see what kind of hug I get from P when I see him later. My boys missed me. Who needs a boyfriend anyway, with guy friends like these?

Home is lying in my own double bed, in my own apartment, without any need for pants because there's no one else here. Home is napping whenever I want to, and having that sleep be undisturbed. By ANYONE. Except maybe that mockingbird. Or the old sad beagle next door.

And right now, I wouldn't even mind either of those two things.

I have so much catching up to do. But that's for later. Maybe tomorrow. For now, it's sleep, eat, and potentially Whistlestop. Then more sleep...