I feel like I've been walking through doors for the longest now, only to find that every house wasn't my home. I really got to the point where I was just done with it all. But just because it mattered to me too much to not give it one more effort, I knocked on that door once more. It opened, and there it was.. home. Being here, this place in my life, just feels so right. Of course there are no guarantees in life that this is where I'll always be, but fact that I'm here now means the world and the moon to me. It just blows my mind how the smallest, most insignificant things in life can make you appreciate someone to an extent you never knew existed in you. Everything really happens for a reason.. everything.
