A smile lifts my lips when I see that it’s a message from him. I’m on the opposite side of the country, three hours behind him, and judging by the time, I’m guessing he just got home from a game.
Rowan
How did today go? Did you see any apartments you like?
Hadley
It went well. I’m not sure about apartments, but I think I like it here.
After viewing four different apartments today, I didn’t see one that I fell in love with, which is okay. I don’t have to be in love with the place for it to be my home—even if it’s just temporary.
Rowan
How many are you looking at tomorrow?
Hadley
I have one scheduled and then I’m looking at two different Airbnbs that said I could rent one of their rooms for the three months I’m here.
Rowan
I’m glad things are going well for you and that you like it there.
Hadley
I do, but it’s not home, you know?
Rowan
So, where is home?
I swallow roughly as I read over his message again. I used to think the word referred to an actual place, but now I’m not so sure. I think it’s more of a feeling. It’s where you can exist beyond the constraints of society; where you feel safe and at peace. Home is where your soul can rest.
And I think that maybe, just maybe, you can find that within another person.
Hadley
I don’t know.
Rowan
When you do, you’ll feel it.
It won’t even be a question.
I chew on his words, knowing damn well that he’s right, but I decide to point the conversation in a different direction. Now is not the time to unravel the feelings I’ve been quietly locking away in a vault.
Hadley
I missed your game tonight. How did it go?
Rowan
It was good. We won, and had another shutout.
Hadley
You’re insane. I don’t know how you do it.