i want to go home.

the wind nips. the wind howls. i sit here in the warmth of my apartment, safe from the world outside, and find myself longing for another kind of warmth. i don’t need much though i can sometimes act like i do, but i can’t go long without my family; seeing my sister this weekend was a gentle reminder. i want to dream with them, eat with them, sit side by side with them. tonight, i want to go home.