It's a shot of adrenaline to my heart every time I catch myself looking at something, feeling like I'm home.
It's been a month, when is my transition from "moved here" to "this is home" complete? I felt these stirrings on my second day here, it's not so hard to believe I feel them even more completely now.
I recognize these windows now, know the feel of the walls under my fingers. There's new surprises around every corner for me still and I'm sure there will be for ages to come, but I know the way the carpet squishes and the door squeaks and I like the way this place grows on me. Like the way the ivy grows across the roads on cables here.
It's not heaven, but it's close.
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