Merrillville

I'm hanging out at Mike's apartment in Merrillville this weekend. I came last night after work, and he's working this afternoon. So I'm just cleaning and trying to visualize where I'm going to put all of our stuff once I move in. The truth? It doesn't feel like home. I know that it won't for awhile. It's just hard to picture all of our things in this small apartment. I realize that it will be fine and that after I decorate and put that "homey" touch to it, it will be fine. But in Merrillville in general it's hard to make it feel like home.

But if home really is where the heart is -- then my home is wherever Mike is.