Just another zip code. Just another state line.
It’s finally come to that hasn’t it? Living out of boxes and suitcases, no place to call home, everywhere is only temporary. From the girl who’s theme in life is running away, what does that tell you about how I really feel? I don’t know if it’s the fact that it’s just another state, or the fact that it’s never some place I can call home. They’re packing and leaving, with no reason to regret, no reason to look back... They didn’t build roots. I on the other hand, have relationships, regrets, and reason to look back and wonder what could’ve been. They won’t return, they have no reason to, but will I? I’ve mastered having little attachment to places, but I’ve yet to successfully unattached myself from people. No goodbyes, and little warning. Just loading up the moving van, again and they’re off without me, and that is a swift knock off my feet to remind me, I’m on my own... I’ve grown up, and there’s no turning back.
So to those cold truths I admit I won’t claim another zip co
de. I don’t want another state. I don’t need another place to run to. Home to me isn’t where I am from, it's not where I’ve been, it's not where I’m going, and it's not where I am at. Home to me is a feeling of comfort that only comes from being with the people I love. I won’t label it with an address. It doesn’t matter where my boxes gather dust, where my toothbrush lay, or which state I am forced to pay taxes to.. Which just comes back to the old cliché, home is truly where the heart’s at. Ultimately though, let's be honest all of our "homes" are only temporary, so in fact I'm not alone. Our eternal home is waiting... and when you live in the light of eternity all your values change.
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