home

There will be always something that captures me about the place I grew up. Well one of the places, the accessible place that I grew up. There will always be a memory there that I cannot capture anywhere else in the world. And while, I have a very large part of my history there, I don't want to live there, partially because I want my future to be written in new and unimaginable worlds. But having that place there and knowing that it will always be there for me to have, is a comfort in some way. Having that place in my memories, having that place mean so much to me, makes it all the more special to visit, to spend some down time and to retreat to in times of chaos.

Perhaps that's why it's so fitting that he is from there. Perhaps that's why it's so perfect that we are together, because those things mean the same to both of us. A home that we'll always have, in one way or another, a home that means the most to both of us. The things is though, this city is our home, all to ourselves, but the momories we have of our old home will never be forgotten. Life throws things at us each and every day so it's nice I have him and our memories to hold onto while we're in the whirlwind of the present day happenings in this city we call our home.