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You feel like: A poem

Today, you felt like home.  / Usually you feel like childhood / Bittersweet / Like the mistakes of youth  / Like the times that make you cringe / But then immediately laugh / Because no matter how mortifying, / You’re still glad to have  / That story to tell 
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Moving back to a foreign place

Impulsive Coward

I wanted to remember what my childhood was like, but I was terrified that every trace of it would be gone — scraped away, painted over and torn down.
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Finding my way home

Impulsive Coward

Each small risk at a time, though, I’ve learned that finding “home” is all about improvising and redefining my idea of it. 
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Home is where the soup is

Off the Beat

Our traditions would be the same no matter where we lived, how old I was or if I had my own bed.I look forward to furthering traditions on my visits home.
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