Home and hearts

​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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