Mid pleasures and palaces
though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble
there's no place like home.
Thoughts: Every night just before I crawl into bed, I look out my bedroom window.
I wonder who's still awake and who has gone to sleep.
I wonder if my neighbors know how glad I am to live among them.
I wonder if they know I feel safe because of them.
I wonder if they know they make me heppy.
I wonder if they know that I would not want to live anywhere else, because of them.