Go away. No one is here.
I’m home. I called it home the minute my little lab-beagle mix curled up on the floor cushions. I love familiar faces, familiar times, laughter, happy endings.
I’m home. In a house too big for Nemo and I as we sit here, curled up in my lazy chair, feet up, her paw making sure I don’t move.
I’m home. In a place that makes me smile every time I remember a moment from the past that I have shared with someone special or giggletons of laughter with friends.
I’m home. To darkness, to loneliness, to solitude, to hatred, to demons, to forever.
punkpolkadots 
It’s so good to be home sometimes in a place so familiar that somehow even the down times have a sweetness to them.
I agree!