I have lived in many places. Different continents, countries, cities, towns, and now even villages. My heart has been left in so many places, I don't know which to call home.
I can tell because your eyes are sparkling, he said. Just 2 days later, she made the same comment. Your eyes are sparkling.
Some people just click. Connect. You know how and what they are thinking and what they will say. You (or vice versa) can rage and say anything to them and not worry that they think you are weird. They probably do think that but like you all the same for it. Good times and crazy times happen and you get into scrapes together.
Some people are always there for you even if it's not in person. They will always answer your messages, be it a few minutes, an hour or days later. And when you do get to see them and hang out with them, it's as if you hadn't even been separated for weeks.
Some friends are new. Yet you feel like you've always known them. They're warm and welcoming and you always feel at home when you're together. They accept your intermittent craziness and don't let you become bored or boring.
That's where I want home to be. In a place where going away feels like being gone forever not just 0101 days. Surrounded by old (time-wise and age-wise), new (time-wise and age-wise) and especially crazy friends. Where my eyes sparkle.
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