Home brings the hours after it rains. It’s a hike in the mountains amid the misty morning air, walking amongst the moss-covered trees. When the sky opens up and drenches the earth, you’re outside with open arms. Home evokes nostalgia, making you take a deep inhale of everywhere you’ve been and hope to go. It’s the coming and going of familiarity within a home, feeling attached to two places at once. It’s standing on the border of the state you’re from and the state the love of your life is from, in a place you’ve only been in together. It’s where I’m with you.
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