I'm on my way home. It's a long drive to think about a whole lot of things, but I think this time I'll put on some mind-numbing music. It feels good going home. It feels good knowing what home is. Where doesn't matter; it's what's waiting for you when you get there that makes it home.
I'm going home.
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And, usually waiting for me is a mountain of bills, cobwebs in the corner and moldy bread. Here's hoping its better for you!
have a safe, serene trip. :)
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