And while it’s nice to see those beaches and those trees every once in a while, I feel happiest and most at home here.  Nestled in my cozy, snug apartment.  Where I belong.  Like a bee in a honeycomb.  This place is just right for me.

Every time I see the sunlight bleaching streaks down the bricks outside my window, I think of blindingly sunny walks I’ve taken down my favourite city streets.  Looking up at the tall buildings I always dreamed of.

On a recent walk with my roommate, I confessed one of my favourite hobbies:  looking into people’s windows at dusk to see their lights on and think to myself, “Someone lives there.  Someone with a full life, and dreams, fascinating stories and fabulous days lives behind that window every day.  Someone looks out that window sometimes and this, us, is their view.”

I used to dream of a view like mine.