Where is home?
I traveled so much in my life from such a young age that the concept of home has always been “over there” instead of “here.”
Home was a time and place of happiness that never was. As a child I imagined it existed, but as I grew up I came to realize that it was never true.
I saw the families of my friends and how happy they were. It's little wonder I would spend time in their houses rather than mine.
Now, I am married and have settled down for over a decade. I just realized home is here. Home is where love is.
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