With time, the unfamiliar slowly becomes familiar, and the unknown becomes home.Yet we often keep living in memories of a place that has quietly changed without us.Time only knows one direction, 'forward'.We spend so much of life longing for what is gone or what has yet to come.In doing so, we forget to fully embrace the present moment. Perhaps our truest home isn't a place at all, but the life we're living right now.
I left home a few years ago, but my heart never really left. It makes me ponder upon future when the same question will pop up and the feeling of home will shift and reinvent itself.

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