Live with people who make you laugh. Cry laugh until there are streams rushing down your cheeks and your jaw aches and your head is crinkled inside and out and you can’t even breathe anymore because there is all laughter, no air. Live with people who make you ugly snort and curl up on the floor in hysterics, one amongst the spilt chickpeas and wayward ants, stuck dizzy with humour. Choose the people who make you snigger and scream and sing so loudly, all the time, yelling words and hollering and laughing upwards to the universe and to the your neighbours.
When you are on the verge of tears, when you had a rough day, when you’re in a rotten mood – know what it is like to come home to people who make you laugh. Who won’t offer advice or unwanted opinions – just sympathy, just bad jokes, just something to remind you that you’re human and you’re loved and you still know how to smile.
Live with people who make you feel like home in a city your body refuses to get used to.
Who give you something to look forward to in a year with nothing much around the corner.
And who like the same music as you.
This month has dragged on.
But I still like coming home best of all.