Home.

I can't wait to come home and take a walk with my dog around my neighborhood where I don't have to worry about being mugged or raped and where I can buy cheap cigarettes and smoke a bowl in peace. Then I can buy a massive amount of Ferrero Roche chocolates and stuff myself with Bueno and Wendy's and just sit in my room and hibernate while watching library-rented movies. Then I can come out in the daylight to see all the people I have missed and drive my car around with my music blaring and my seat-warmers going. Then I will have to deal with the memories that come with returning to Dallas and that is not something I am looking forward to.