Sometimes, simple things like going home can feel really good. Like waking up to a gunshot noise with people cheering for, darn, RJC and then grans chopping noises in the kitchen. Realising the room is cold. Spreading arms out on the bed and not touching the ends. Sleeping with 2 pillows. Then realising I haven't really woken up yet and going to sleep on my parent's bed. Cos it's bigger.

Even waiting for nic to come back from work so that we can catch up makes me happy. AND kenneth hasn't been home all the time.

JC got so busy meh?