Sometimes it's hard to remember how bad things were back home.
This morning I woke up, warm and snug, beside my husband. I was safe. I was full. I'm lacking no necessities. I lay there as the furnace came on and heated our house against the cold outside. I don't have to worry about my daughter being murdered on live tv while I'm forced to watch.
This place...it isn't perfect, of course not. No place is. But it's so much closer to perfect than I ever thought I'd have.
In that vein, I'd like to hear one good thing everyone has experienced here. It doesn't have to be big... it I know a lot of people have complained about being here, and since it's impossible to leave, maybe we should concentrate more on the good?