Thursday, January 9, 2014

Home Is Where the Stomach Is

Brave is thought a blessing; foolhardy a curse.
Quicksand and a rut both stick. I'm not sure which is worse.
I've gone a little more than just around the bend.
I'm down; I'm in it, up a creek, completely out of hand.
I am completely foreign in a completely foreign land.
I am the only stranger in a room full of friends.
On the other hand...
I'm eating dessert and watching a favorite movie.
Home is not something you ever fully leave.

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