H O M E .

Sometimes I feel like I'm a prisoner in my own [California] home. 

I wake up in the same room that I spend my entire day in.

Then I go to bed.  And the cycle repeats itself.

I can't wait to hear familiar sounds, music.

I can't wait to see familiar sights, family.

I can't wait to feel loved by the people I love most.

I can't wait to be [Washington] home.