Ok, so...I'm "home"...sort of. I mean, it's my parents' house, but I didn't grow up here. I lived here for about eight months in 2001. I didn't think I was a "roots" kind of chick until I got off the plane in NY in 1999 to spend Christmas with my aunt and uncle - I was Home. Even though I hadn't lived there in 10 years, had only visited twice in that time, it felt like my place. It still does...
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