There is no way to explain how utterly relaxed I am the second I walk into my best friend's house. Maybe it's because she has no children and I leave mine with my mom when I come here. Maybe it's because she has a cat. Maybe her furniture is more comfy than mine.
Maybe it's the fact that we've been friends for thirty years.
Nah.
I wish my own home was this stress-free. Every time I come I try to figure out how to move the mellow to my own place. So far, no good.
But it's ok, because I have it now. Ah...
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