Home.
What makes a home? Well, to me, it's not particularly a phsyical place, but then, maybe it is, more than I realise.
Because when I'm away, overseas, not here, I feel 'homesick'. I want to be here, and I'm not. I miss it here. Is this home? This physical place of home? I miss my bed, and my pillow and the smell of my room. I miss it. I miss it now, and I'm only at school. I'll be 'home' this afternoon, and I miss it. Sure, I miss people too, but right now, that's not what I'm longing for. I long for my home. My bed, my room, the warm smells, the pleasant light. I don't know what home is. I don't know where it is.
Home...
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