i feel that way every year when i get home from camp. lame that i feel that way, but i do. i think home is the place we feel we can completely be ourselves. the place where there are no masks to wear. the place where we can let our hair down. sorry i guess i used your journal to put down some of my thoughts.
Aww :( Home is such a different concept for different people, and some people need it more than others. Some people want a place where they are loved, or at least a place that they can find comfort. They want a house or an apartment or a trailer to go back to at night and feel that they are in a good place. Some people just want somewhere, anywhere, to sleept at night and don't care if it's home. Then there are people like me who are never at home... or always at home, whichever. Wherever i am becomes my home, be it in my car or on someone's couch, or as my parents' 'houseguest.'
Lol... good thing i'm like that, or i'd be liable to be quite pissed that i am, indeed a houseguest. They're making plans to rent out my room. :)
Anyhow, be happy with where home is now, and come visit me sometimes.:) I love you!
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Lol... good thing i'm like that, or i'd be liable to be quite pissed that i am, indeed a houseguest. They're making plans to rent out my room. :)
Anyhow, be happy with where home is now, and come visit me sometimes.:) I love you!
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