Last night, I found myself tripping hard in a room with some of my favorite people. I was barely able to talk, but still I laughed, and fully listened when I could.
The energy coarsing through that room, the feeling of light and warmth radiating from everyone present. It all felt like a gift.
I thought to myself, over and over again, “this feels like home”. In that moment, there was no place else I’d rather have been.
Even as I type this, I miss being there.