16 months later, and I walk in the Brandon's house, and it still feels like home. I don't feel guilty opening up their fridge and I know where to find the glasses.
Sloanie still sits on my bed and talks while I get ready. The same radio plays during my morning routine.
I can get in the car with Ashley and there's no awkward silence, only a beat of breath before we remember our groove. Sit with George Palmer, and find our jokes. Hug John and Katie and it's perfectly natural.
It's funny how some places, they hold on to you. And when you come back, it's like finding your shadow, left behind. All you have to do is slip back in.
It's a blessing when God gives you multiple places to belong.