Home is Not Where You Live, but Where They Understand You
I've had a great weekend at home.
At home.
I wonder what home will be a couple of years from now. It's both scary and exiting not to know.
At home.
It's funny how ones perspective of what home is changes over time. When mom left the house, I lost access to my childhood home. From then home has more been this whole town, especially since I moved away. When I go home, I go here. Although my apartment, my present home, is not here. Luckily I have the best friends and family who make me feel right at home the second I walk through the door, no matter how long it has been. I'm so grateful I'm not left out of that. Thanks.
I wonder what home will be a couple of years from now. It's both scary and exiting not to know.
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