i was thinking today about how all of my friends talk about going 'home', meaning the place they grew up, or their parents house. i dont think i really have a place to call home. i mean, i havent lived with eitehr of my parents in soooo long, i dont even have a bed at their houses. its weird. my home is actually my apartment. i couldnt imagine spending the night with them, or eating at their houses even. i still consider them important in my life, but rather than family they are more like really good friends. i think this whole aspect it going to really make me appreciate my own family and home one day. i actually look forward to it.
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