redefine home from somewhere to someone

I'm slowly but surely shifting the definition of home. Home used to be my tiny little but beautiful island. My small house located literally at the corner of neighborhood. My three dimension square messy bedroom. However, everything changed since I met her one year ago. Anywhere feels like home whenever she's around. Until I finally realized it's her giving me homey feelings and magically turn anywhere in the world feels like my home, our home. Never have I thought that home can come in a form of a person, someone I'm happily and proudly call my person. The one and only soul I've been searching for my entire life.

We spent a week together at the end of the year last year. We've been going through long distance for a year now. I'm happy to say we're entering our second year of being together, romantically speaking, because we're not legally or spiritually married yet. It's been a journey and I can't wait to spend our days and months and years together when we finally can be together together for real. I hate to send her home after a day has ended because obviously we're not living together. It's hurting me to send her off at the harbor whenever she needs to go back to her island because we're not living on the same island. 

Never have I ever thought that my real physical home somehow doesn't feel like home anymore. It's probably having something to do with the fact that I'm getting old so probably it's time for me to leave home. Maybe it's time for me to find a new home. And I've found that home in her, being together with her is home. I feel I can live anywhere in the world as long as I'm with her. She's making me feel home. And I do hope she feels the same. I wish I can get whatever it takes soon so we can be together sooner. 

During midnight today my person is leveling up. She's one year older now. And hopefully also being wiser than a year before. Welcome to another level of life. I hope everything good in the world for you. I wish every magical wishes upon you. Thank you for finding me. For not giving up on me. For accepting me for who I am. For having faith in me. For helping me survived a year so full of unthinkable twists and turns making me feel like I wanted to just give up every freaking day. Thank you for existing in this world. Thank you for showing me the world, a happier version of the world I never really know existed. 

This month a year before we started getting to know each other. On the same month this year we continue our story to the second season, that's how I call a second year. Our first season was not always full of sunshine and rainbows. But that doesn't necessarily mean it's a bad one. I do believe we are meant and required to going through all that, all the feelings, the fightings, the fears, the fun. Everything. Happy birthday to you.