As bleak as things can be, I believe in the unexpected joys you can't see right now because the present is the present and the future is still unwritten.
Make it home. Make home wondrous and beautiful and magnificent. Make home a blessing and not a curse. Make home refuge from the storm.
Make home you. Make home the you that you always wished you could be. Make home the you that you want to be, the you that you imagine is in the mirror staring back at you. Make that your home.
Comfy. Warm. Filled with all the things that make home a home and not simply a house.
Make home love. So that when you walk in, hate stays out. That when hate comes in, home is to hate like garlic is to vampires.
I hope you make it home. I hope all of us make it home.
