Home
When I saw the first sign of Dublin, TX there was a sudden sick feeling in my stomach. Why do I call this home? The people, the places, the life I wanted so badly to leave behind, are all now casual associations with "home," with "past," and a half-thought out concept of "comfort."
But now that I'm here. I don't want to call any of those people, or go to any of those usual places, or do any of the things I escaped with in highschool.
'Cos now there's better people, there's better stories. There's more fun and memories and more happy moments than those I had in all the 10 years I lived in Dublin.
And all I want to do is leave. To go home to my empty apartment, my empty town of Austin, and text message that people who are at "home."
But now that I'm here. I don't want to call any of those people, or go to any of those usual places, or do any of the things I escaped with in highschool.
'Cos now there's better people, there's better stories. There's more fun and memories and more happy moments than those I had in all the 10 years I lived in Dublin.
And all I want to do is leave. To go home to my empty apartment, my empty town of Austin, and text message that people who are at "home."