People search for their new earth throughout the galaxy, but I never understood why.
As I move through the air on my modified Harley Airbike, I find little comfort in looking at my surroundings. The nuclear wars destroyed everything. Even so, I feel content. The thought of being close to my family is warming my heart.
I land next to the improvised wooden house I call home and walk towards the door. It opens, and I'm welcomed by hugs and kisses. My children laugh, and my wife warms me with her sweet voice.
"Welcome home."
