Home. Finally. For two weeks though.There’s nothing more comforting than coming home. Th
Home. Finally. For two weeks though. There’s nothing more comforting than coming home. That being said, there’s nothing more confronting than coming home. The thing is, do I travel to find myself? But somewhere along the way do I lose myself even more? Am I perpetuating the runner in me? Maybe I just need to stop thinking. I miss my bed. -- source link
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