they say home is where the heart is,
home...click three times and you can go back.
but the harsh reality is,
you can go back,
it's just never the same as it once was.
when you leave home for college, there's the holidays and summer break to look forward to. comfortable dwellings await when you return. then in your 20's your bedroom becomes a den, then 30's it's a bedroom for your nieces and nephews, and by the 40's it is being taken up by another family from Uruguay who barely speaks English and is trying to have their children get a better chance at life than they ever had...much like your parents did when they moved to that same space 50 years earlier.
you can go back,
it's just when you do, you drive by the home you once loved, and honk, and as a tear wells up inside your broken heart, you understand that life goes on.
things change.
time goes by.
but it's always gonna be home to me...
just not mine.
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