.

being back in the comfort of the familiarity that i own for 8 months of the year.
but its not where i came from
or where i belong.
nor where i will eventually be.

took myself out of my home
and brought it with me to where i am now.
i call this place home.
but it will never hold the true essence of the word.

everything that makes this place what it is makes it almost like home.
the comfort.
the familiarity
the convenience.
emotional bonds.

but its not what it really is.