I went from wanting to see my name in lights to wanting to see it tucked away in a shelf.
I am always searching for a home. Maybe it's my curiosity that guarantees I'll never have a home.
For now, though, I am home. And home to me means a lady that is always excited to see me, clean towels, and enough space to hear the nameless birds.
Lights may never spell out my name and shelves may never house my name, but I hope they do. Oh, I do so hope they do.