I'm not going to lie, my life's been a little turbulent lately. Finding a new job while still working my old one is both a blessing and a curse, at times.
One thing that's come out of it is I'll get struck by these spontaneous moments of excessive gratitude. Like Friday when I got home from work, and Missy was there waiting for me.
There's something very warm, comforting and reassuring about coming home to her. She's always glad to see me, always ready with open arms.
Wherever she is, that's where home is, to me.