Home. Most of us, the fortunate, are born into one. The literal think of it as a house they live in. Some of us think of it as family or a place in our hearts. And at some point all of us need to leave home. We leave to spread our wings and, to eventually, create a home of our own. But no matter what, I think the whole point of leaving home is to come back, some day. Whether it's a weekend, a year, or a lifetime, most of us return. And nothing beats the feeling of returning home. It's familiar and comforting in a way that only it can be.
I want to leave so I can feel that rush of coming back. Again and again and again.
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