Home is where the heart is. Or is it home is where you make it? Regardless, it's something; almost the one thing, I've been looking for for quite some time now. As I said earlier, and have said who knows how many times, I never felt at home in Flagstaff. I definitely had groups of friends I felt comfortable hanging out with towards the end, and there were/ are a handfull of people who mean a lot to me, but as far as really feeling home with anyone up there, that isn't the case at all. Not yet at least.
I said a few nights ago on this that I was expecting to get back to Phoenix and have that WELCOME BACK feeling everwhere I went, with everyone and I saw. And it was everywhere I went, with everyone I saw except the one person I wanted to feel it from the most.
This might just be a trait of mine that won't ever change, one of the few, but I don't think anyone will ever be as excited for me as I am for them; and no homo, this guy is no exception.
Another eight months and you'll come back around again.
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