Home coming

Home coming is a funny feeling..
We get used to where we are, that where we were seems new again.... never the less, every thing has a memory attached... some sweet, some bitter, and some bittersweet...

Can't say I don't miss where I've come from.... but then, I've realized that I miss this too....


No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories.
~ Haruki Murakami

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