Homesick
5:43 pm, I messaged my mom, “We’re on our way home now”.
But I was not on my way home.
I was just going to my house!
What is a house to a home?
Well I live in my house.
It’s where I am most of the time.. Not by choice though.
I don’t live in my home.
I wish, but it’s kind of difficult to live in a person.
You are my home.
Is that weird to say?
You’re not literally my home obviously.
That doesn’t make any sense.
It’s so interesting how a person can feel so much like a home.
You make me feel warm, safe, cozy, comfortable.
All the things a home should do.
I wish I was home right now.
Instead, I’m stuck in my house.
Alone.
So to answer the question from earlier, your house is just your living space.
Your home is where you feel alive!
With you, I feel alive.
I want to go home.
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