Not at all. It's good to be back and to see old things new. It's strange to be a stranger to the familar. It's strange when home decides to look at you differently. A lot of things running though my mind and I feel like my arms aren't long enough to wrap myself nicely around these... issues.
It just confirms that a moment of truth is exactly that. A moment.
It's probably not going to remain true forever, not tomorrow, not 2 or 8 months later.
And seriously, we're all guilty of this.
Just that, as Curtis says, "this is a story you're living, and I want you to live it well."
What's going on?
Please let me come home.
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