I love going home at the end of the day. I love walking through the door and knowing that I can plop down on the sofa and relax for a minute. I cook supper. I play with the codependents. I love those first few hours home every day.
I look at old, rundown homes like this one and think how sad it is that things get this way. I'm sure that whoever lived here many moons ago enjoyed the same period of "the day is over" relief that I have every day.
I am very glad that I get to relax for a bit every single day.
