When home is no longer home
And the place where your heart once dwelled now has little significant meaning
The stairs are just stairs you walked down a million times
The kitchen is just the place where the refrigerator is
It doesn't feel like it used to
And while I don't have the heart to tell you...
Virginia is my home
My heart is overfilled with love in the place it now dwells, making memories every day
The stairs I climb are to my own place, filled with pictures of my favorite faces
The kitchen is a place where I experiment and create my own signature dishes
It feels so good, it feels like it should
Why do I feel guilty then? Why do I feel like I should miss my hometown more than I do. Of course I love my family dearly, they mean the world to me. But I have a just as amazing family here as well, so I guess maybe I get the best of both worlds. I do know it hasn't always been this blissful. It was really difficult planting roots in an unfamiliar town, especially so young. I thank God that I have a strong sense of self and know what I need in my life to succeed and be happy. I found an excellent Church, I found places to volunteer and I found my favorite places to frequent downtown.
Home is where the heart is, and my heart is in Virginia... with just a quarter of it left in Michigan for old times sake :)
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