“If you miss us, why do you live there?” is the most common question I get from friends back home.
The reasons I give vary. The weather. My career. Learning to stand on my own two feet, away from the pressures of family and friends. Finding out who I am.
I never tell them the real reason.
He is loving, honest. He challenges me. He makes me be me - Not some watered down version of the me I think he wants. In Michigan, in California, in Antarctica. Where he is, I am.
He is my home.