I’m coming home I’m coming home I’m coming home.

All the adventure doesn’t beat home. Doesn’t beat the humans in my life. Doesn’t beat family. Doesn’t beat the life I’ve created for myself.

How can every thing feel so simultaneously similar and different? 

I’m coming home to the same life as a changed person. 

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