It wasn't until he reached the platform of the train home, when, after the long hideous day had come to basically, an end, that he took a deep breath of mass transit air and for the first time in what seemed like years, felt at ease, and was excited to get back to where he now called "home"...home for now, anyway. It was not that he wasn't happy where he was, for it was a place that called him into an easy relaxed head space, and a place where the love of his life lay now, anxiously awaiting his return...for he knew he could be in worse situations, as he had been before, it just was he knew deep down in his heart that somewhere out there, there was the place he always dreamed of, a place where his body could completly relax, rest, and be sure that it never had to go anywhere else, ever. He smiled inside and his heart warmed as his eyes swelled with tears. Tears of hope for a brighter future, tears of sadness for the home he once had and tears of sheer pride, for he was finally standing on his own, though wobbly, he was still standing. That was something he had forgotten the feeling of, and it felt amazing. This day was tough, but it was done, and he was headed home.
all the things he did so far in his life, all the things he had seen, people he had met, places he had traveled, and big and small experiences he had had that he didn't even remember, all combined somewhere deep inside to create the person he was at this very second. though not always a model citizen, his vast knowledge of life was one that could not be second guessed. it was time now. he was ready. he needed to make a move into another direction. expand and flourish. if he sat still one more second he thought he might explode!