Remembering Home
Home bleeds into all the things and people you love, and like a hole in your chest, there’s the reminder of where you’ve come from and how you got here.
Home bleeds into all the things and people you love, and like a hole in your chest, there’s the reminder of where you’ve come from and how you got here.
Displacement: the feeling of not really knowing where you fit. When you’re tied to a place you’ve always known but suddenly feel comfortable somewhere new.
You’ve been at this exact place a few times before, breathing, wishing, knowing that you cannot stay. The wind whips against your face, cold and sobering.