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Apr 20, 2007 16:37

I'm coming home.

It's been a hard decision and I've gone back and forth more times than I can count. Someone told me I should do it becuase it's what makes me happy - it's what's best for me. I appreciated all the advice I could get, but they were wrong. It furthers my career. It would be interesting and it would be important, but I don't know that I would be happy. This person told me not to come home because I was worried about other people. They were right on that one, and I am coming home not for them, but for me. Because I am my family. I am my friends. I am my own home.

I broke my phone and had to get all new contacts. This is the first time "home" hasn't been one of them. But it's alright.

Especially this week, I think we've all appreciated that life is short, and I want to love everyday more than the last because it's all too beautiful not to. It's cliche, and it's mushy, but I'm coming home, because right now it's more important to me to be with people I love than anything else.
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