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I missed you so bad. I was like homesick or something.
The other night a tiny piece of old home was like, lodged in my heart from being underneath something and it hurt, it was so weird. I was drifting off to sleep, I only had a few hours to do so before work. I was lying on my side in my bed and I had my arms wrapped around a pillow and was basically against the wall. In the dark with the fan running and lying like that reminded me of something so distant that was suddenly so close. I can't even think what it was, put it in words or anything. I think it was something like being in the mobile home when I was little, sleeping in a corner of the hallway underneath the swamp cooler. Then I was thinking about that part in Garden State where he's talking about the point where the place you grew up isn't really home anymore. You've lost that idea, and like families are just people looking for the same imaginary place.
The other night a tiny piece of old home was like, lodged in my heart from being underneath something and it hurt, it was so weird. I was drifting off to sleep, I only had a few hours to do so before work. I was lying on my side in my bed and I had my arms wrapped around a pillow and was basically against the wall. In the dark with the fan running and lying like that reminded me of something so distant that was suddenly so close. I can't even think what it was, put it in words or anything. I think it was something like being in the mobile home when I was little, sleeping in a corner of the hallway underneath the swamp cooler. Then I was thinking about that part in Garden State where he's talking about the point where the place you grew up isn't really home anymore. You've lost that idea, and like families are just people looking for the same imaginary place.