This is his home.

The yelling, and the screaming, and the pain and the joy, erupting all at once.

Everything.

Everwhere.

The screaming of a baby, the sobbing of an over worked parent. A child with a stubbed toe, his friend crying from his joy. The end of winter, snow melting while flowers grow. End to the beginning. The middle in it all.

The mundane was not for him.

This is his home.