Nov 01, 2004 23:25
I guess I finally know where home is. It is the place I cry over when I finally recognize the old familiar smell......it is the place I often wander to within my dreams. It is a place that brings back memories...some warm and some deranged. It is the place that made me who I am. It is a place I find myself missing more often then not. And it is a place I will always remember......if even in my dreams.
I long for New Boston right now......for my old house, my cat, my attic, my bed. These things I thought that I would get over, are the things I miss the most. I miss my friend Anna especially, and I really wish I could be with her now. I love to hang out with her, and I miss her giddy carelessness.
I am crying now, because I miss so much. I miss my home, I really do.