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“ You know that point in your life when you realize that the house that you grew up in isn’t really your home anymore? All of a sudden, even though you have someplace where you can put your stuff. That idea of home is gone. It just sort of happens one day& it’s just gone. & you can never get it back. It’s like you get homesick for a place that doesn’t exist. I mean, it’s like this rite of passage, you know. You won’t have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, for your kids, for the family you start. It’s like a cycle or something. I miss the idea of it. Maybe that’s all a family really is. A group of people who miss the same imaginary place.
the X (via jackaaa)
