Going Home

From I don't know when, the act of walking into a condo building and taking the elevator up to a flat has somehow become associated with a very strong feeling of going home. Whenever I think of going home, that is the picture that comes to mind.

Tonight I stood by the window in someone's condo...and I remembered the many times that I looked out the window from someone else's place...

Coincidentally, as I looked out the window tonight, this other place (that I so long to be) was in perfect view.

*sigh*...It's these subconscious things that make me realize how much it all means to me...