Stepping to a familiar door, bag in hand and lock idly waiting.

The key felt eager in my hand to end my journey for the time being.

Click.

The house sat still, echoing subtly back to me my own steps and setting down my own bag on a floor dustier than I remember.

Letting home fill my lungs I slide my hands across counters and furniture, remembering. Just remembering.

Laughing with friends on a party night around the coffee table, having my first kiss on the couch, a hole haphazardly filled on the wall.

It fills me with shivers, like being cold and given a warm blanket, just shaking off the journey for the dust to be wiped away and reveal where my comfort lies.

Here, in a home I’d nearly forgotten, but now find it hard to forget.

I unpack my things into the living room, dusting off the coffee table and looking at what’s to be.

I feel energy at my fingertips and a smile rising from my cheeks.

A new journey, this time a home game.

Looking at the world through the now seemingly small doorframe and seeing its vastness cloaked, I can’t wait to start.

Click.