Sitting in my living room on a Tuesday night. I’ve surrounded myself with pillows on my little gray couch, hearing only the sound of the clock ticking away. The room is filled with the scent of my cinnamon candle burning. Looking out across the dimly lit room, the floor is cluttered with all sorts of things. Shoes in one corner and art supplies in another. Every surface is covered with knickknacks. Despite the clutter, I’m surrounded by the things that make me happy and I feel at home.