Yesterday I talked about mundane things. I guess this is another one. This is the door I use to get up to my floor. This is the door and the lights that welcome me home after a hard night of work. I know that as I walk through that door and up three flights of stairs, laughing, yelling, blaring music and TV’s, and my room await me. Through the door and up the stairs, awaits rest, familiarity and what I call one of my homes.