Home is where the heart is.
That is the saying and that is what I thought before venturing to the east coast. I will not miss a soul because I will carry you all in my heart. Home is the state of mind. Although, this is true for me (I think), a home has many different sides and aspects. A home is a place of being, feeling, sight, smell, thought, time. The thing of it is, missing people, places, ideas, things, etc is a way of life. When you miss, you miss something. Missing implies there is depth because of something that was once planted. Missing is not a bad thing.
I miss because I am full. I am in a constant state of missing.
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