Inner Homes

Homes write their address in your heart

The house number sears into your soul when you find your place of belonging

You feel pangs when words of kindness become letters in your memory’s mailbox

You keep some letters, like preserved moments, that give you comfort when life falls apart

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Sometimes the physical form of home is abandoned, leaving you with nothing but what’s inside you

Home becomes an abstract idea that you carry

Home sometimes hurts to carry, leaving you with a yearning

But the foundation you made is what gives you permission to be you

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Sometimes you change, and your home is put up for sale

Sometimes you find you never truly fit, and your imagined home was just a flimsy façade

You have no choice but to dig a foundation to start a new home, and you must dig through rock

Others can’t dig for you

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Home is where your identity can be most vulnerable

Home is what you build to become

Your favorite home may be a memory

But you must find your roots in where you’re going