A place to call home
You know that point in your life when you realize that the house you grew up in isnít really your home anymore and all of the sudden even though you have some place to put your shit, that idea of home is gone, or maybe its like this rite of passage, you will never have that feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, for your kids, for the family you start. Itís like a cycle or something. Maybe that' s all family really is: a group of people that miss the same imaginary place.
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