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“You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isn’t really your home anymore? All of a sudden even though you have some place where you put your shit, that idea of home is gone.”

it's been such a long time since i had a "home" to go to. since i graduated high school and we moved out of the house i grew up in, the amount of things kept in houses my mother lived in dwindled to less and less until finally she moved in with lise, her partner (and fiance!), and i moved into her old apartment. on the one hand, this makes my apartment with the fianz "home." on the other hand, it makes me really sad sometimes to think about the fact that i go to my mom's apartment, but i haven't gone "back home" since i was like, 21...or 18, depending on how you measure things. i guess i can't promise anything, but i really want to be able to have a home for my kids to come to, someday.

anyway. that's all.