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• Home is where the heart is... cliche

  Saturday, Apr 26, 2008 8:34PM / Standard Entry / Members only
  

  More often than not I find myself wide awake in the middle of the night, I think to myself how I got into my current so called life.... I come from a simple place, the place I call home home is thousands of  miles away. I sometimes dream of white sand beaches, turquoise water,  coconut trees and soft ocean breeze but somehow I wake up to howling cars and pure insanity. I would look around and realize that I'm so far from where I want to be... slowly realization creeps in that I am no longer home. Funny how everyday life can seem so wonderful when long time friends and old jokes surround you. Now, I live the average mundane life of work, sleep, eat, shit and work some more. My dreams in life were never about being rich or famous, maybe this may seem as if I don't have ambition but then again I came from a humble place. I miss the subtle aroma of the ocean breeze or the sway of the coconut leaves against the wind. There were many things I took for granted; things I never thought were important to me a few years ago have now become the anchor of my bland existence. Sometimes I would meet a few people here and there that have just visited my home and I suddenly become alive, excited and saddened at the same time. I feel jealousy slip into my core. I miss home.
  
         Home is where the heart is... how cliche... how true