Ever felt like life is a constant game of leaving and arriving?
That every step you take, you're leaving a piece of yourself behind while picking up fragments of others?
Well, welcome to the rollercoaster ride of growing up, where the concept of 'home' becomes as elusive as a fleeting dream.
In your 20s, life hits hard. You set up your own little haven in the city – adorned with plants, posters that scream nostalgia, and furniture with stories from the flea market.
But, hold on, it's never complete. Silence becomes both a companion and a foe, prompting a 1200-mile call to Mom just to hear the rhythm of her day.
Yet, you mumble an "I'm okay" when she asks about yours.
Why burden her with your city-sized problems?
Why does it always feel like something's missing?
Whether it's your school buddies, the familiar town roads, Grandma's pickles, or the scent of your childhood room – the pangs of nostalgia echo loud.
And when you return to your roots, suddenly you crave the solitude you once found deafening.
Life seems like a perpetual seesaw between missing your old life and yearning for the comforts of your new one.
Maybe the romantics were onto something.
Could a better half be the elusive 'home' we all search for?
The truth, though, is that you leave fragments of yourself in every corner of the world and every heart you've touched.
You realize your quirks are imprinted in the habits of others – from the way your brother organizes books to the peculiar recipe your Mom used for your childhood toast.
The playlist your first crush suggested, the cooking technique from your college roommate, the traffic-checking ritual from your dad – they're all pieces of a puzzle forming the unique mosaic of you.
It's a realization that hits you like a ton of bricks:
you're a walking collage of all those you've ever loved, and in turn, they live on in you.
So, why does home remain a mirage?
Because your heart is forever tethered to memories, scattered in different places labeled 'home.'
Love spreads endlessly, creating a tapestry woven with the threads of myriad loves and friendships.
Departing isn't about abandoning; it's about the beautiful exchange of pieces – taking a bit of others with you while leaving behind fragments of yourself.
As the years unfold, you begin to see that this perpetual journey isn't aimless.
It transforms you into a magnificent collage, a gem made from the threads of everyone you've loved and everyone you're yet to love.
And just maybe, in that realization, you find a new kind of home – one that exists within the vast expanse of shared experiences and wandering hearts.
So, dear friend, embrace the journey, savor the leaving and arriving, and remember, in this grand adventure, someday, that feeling will be home enough.
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