Though I’ve found a real home
in New York City,
in New York City,
the urge to leave and go somewhere new is always there in me.
I often ask, where is home?
Is it where you lived the longest, even if you’re no longer there?
Is it where you live right now, or where you grew up, even if no one close to you is there any longer?
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Home is where you can step outside in your PJ's and get the morning paper. It's were you can have all the pets you want, play your music loud. Paint the walls all the colors you love and you take a deep breath when you walk through the door. Home is where you feel happy and content. Where the beach is close by and there are parks to get lost in. Home is where your friend lives next door and wakes you up with muffins and mimosa's. V BEACH BABY!
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