I feel an urge to type things . . .
I didn't really have a set home. Home was where my parents were, but I was there so rarely that I only remember seeing it when I returned to deposit souvenirs from my many journeys. In the event that I did find my way back, I rarely saw my parents there, so perhaps it really wasn't where I belonged
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You already told me of what your home was like . . . A home that's not a home.
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I plan to make it homely when I get back.
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