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You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isn't really your home anymore. All of a sudden, even though you have some place where you put your shit... that idea of home is gone. It's like you feel homesick for a place that doesn't even exist. Maybe it's like this rite of passage, you know? You won't ever have that feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself. You know, for... For your kids. For the family you start. It's like a cycle or something. I don't know. But I miss the idea of it, you know?
Maybe that's all family really is.
A group of people that miss the same imaginary place.
Maybe.
Maybe that's all family really is.
A group of people that miss the same imaginary place.
Maybe.