Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Learning how to come home.


[Overflowing with happiness reuniting with my nieces and the rest of my sweet family.]

To come home from another home is a weird feeling, because people expect you to be the person you were when you left, and that’s impossible. You expect things to be exactly the same as when you left, and that’s impossible. Maybe it’s impossible to even truly come home once you’ve gone away because of those changes. Coming home is strange, because now that place is just a tiny bit less of a home.


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I plan on writing more soon, dear readers. At the moment, I am on a wee hiatus. I'm just trying to find my groove. xo
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4 comments:

  1. Being an auntie is THE BEST! all of your happy smiles are so precious :)

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    1. Being an aunt is undoubtedly one of my very favorite things in the world. It's wonderful!

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  2. We have both returned home after being away (though you for much longer)! It is a very odd feeling but at least for me, it is also very comforting. :)

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