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I dont know what Im going to do in May when we all graduate and skatter about the country/world…
being just who i am.
I see me sitting on a beach in Australia, just watching the waves.
My bed <3
I used to call the place where I grew up my home even though it never was. It took me until almost a full semester of college was over to naturally start calling it my home. Home is with my best friend, where ever they are.
The first thing that pops into my head, is my family. Regardless of where I am, if I have my family…then I feel as if I’m at home. Then again, sometimes home to me is somewhere I can lay my head at night and feel at ease.
When I think of home, I think of unabashed comfort in something. It can be anything.
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