It’s weird to leave the place where you grew up.
And that too, so many times.
You gotta do what you gotta do I guess.
But I’ve realized something doing this again and again.
Home isn’t a place.
When someone asks me, where’s home for you, I can never answer. Is it where I grew up? Is it where I live currently? Is it where I went to college?
No. Home isn’t a place.
Home is a person.
Many persons in my case. My own people who are close to my heart wherever they may be in this world.
So wherever I am, I am home.
Because we are together.
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