Home in Rome

yesterday I felt I was at home.
in rome.
coming from a lovely day at the beach with friends, feeling happy with my life and with the things I am doing.
felling happy to live here and wanting to be no where else.
knowing that this feeling has grown inside myself and not due to exterior interactions.
being happy again to arrive home, to be on my own, to read my own books and to draw, draw, draw....
feeling that the time i have to share with friends is something I regard as a gift and not a measure to don't feel lonely.
hope i have, for a while, arrived home.
my home.