Home is where you always are no matter what the weather or who the bartender is. Home is always inside you; you don’t need an apartment but you’ll be more comfortable that way. Look for your skeleton keys (you dropped them on the driveway) and pull away the curtain so your shadow can see the light. It’s not a space it’s not a place it’s acceptance of self. Home in on your self. Hook up your trailer to the heavy axel in your heart; take a drive through those times you forgot to set free. You’re home now what a lovely place to be.