I have never really had a home. I've never much felt at home. My entire life has just been a lot of moving around and always feeling like something was missing. Something has always been missing. There's never been any place I actually wanted to stay. Nowhere I would sit and think and know that I was where I should be. My entire life, people have come and gone. Nothing is ever solid in my life.
Well now I know what's solid. I know where I belong, and I know who is going to stick around. I know who my family is. There is a group of people waiting to accept me with open arms who still embraced me this weekend with all the love they did way back when, before I was this crazy messed up girl.
It is such an amazing feeling. So few are lucky enough to know what home really is, what home really means.
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