It was another tiring work day followed by an equally brutal commute but as I stared at the door to my apartment searching for my house keys I was overcome with a sense of happiness. Was the day that rough that the mere sight of my doorway could make me so happy. Then my mind said of course not, this day was no more difficult than hundreds of days before it. You’re happy to be standing in front of this door because she’s on the other side of this door. She’s the reason that this door isn’t just a door to an apartment anymore it’s a door to a home. It’s a door you think about opening all day long because you can’t wait to see, embrace, kiss her again. It’s a door to your heart. With that realization I turned the key and opened the door and smiled when I saw her standing there on the other side. Welcome home I thought to myself welcome home.