After an eventful day, Harris read alone in his room. As the hours ticked by, the new space started to become a new home. He never would have thought that Tucker’s little side room could feel so comfortable, but it more than served its purpose.
Home. Such a foreign word.
There’d been the house he shared with his mom and her husband at the time. They weren’t entirely happy with it, but it was what they had. Then he’d gone to college. There was the little cement box he shared with another freshman. They’d spent so many hours coding data in there.
And then, after a summer back at his parent’s house, he’d moved into the townhouse with his friends. It went well, but he moved into a new townhouse the following year, and then an apartment the year after that. All of these places were his homes
