When you pull on your oldest pair of boots, and they fit around your every imperfection perfectly.

When you sit in your favourite chair, old, slightly worn, scratched by the cat, but perfect, and it molds around you.

When your mother cooks your favourite dish, misses out the mushrooms because she’s finally remembered you don’t like them.

When someone takes the last of nan’s chocolates and everyone knows it has to be you.

These are the times you feel known, at home, and never alone.