Home Is Where My Family Is
The first time I moved I was three,
I don't remember much,
Not how it looked or felt.
Again when I was six, eight, twelve, and fourteen.
I finally felt the despair in having no where to call home,
But not alone,
Never alone.
Five moves and three continents later
Only a few friends kept in touch
And fewer were ever seen again,
But still never alone.
My last move was to college,
And the first time i felt alone,
Because finally I realized...
Home is where my family is.
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