I remember the moment when the realisation struck me. I can't remember exactly when it happened, but I do remember where. It was probably still early on in that first year; I'd come home from work, happy and still excited about being in a different country and living on my own for the first time. I'm lying on my bed on newly bought sheets, staring up at the ceiling ready to go to bed when I realise, I'm home.
It makes me smile.
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