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.