Home at last

I'm a little older than Footie, so it is only fair I can say.

I am happy with the person I am. It took a long time.

And I've learned to walk with my dead.

I'm OK with dying tomorrow, I have no regrets.

I have lived and fought well. I know my best weapons and old wounds.

It's OK if my room is not clean, as long as I can find what I need.

I will not do my masters because I have come to believe in the university of life.

Jobwise- I am drifting, yes, but quite happily bobbing, enjoying the scenery.

I've found my Home at last.