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When life takes you in a new direction,

let the wind carry you home.

-k. azizian

Where's home?
Thats has been in my head since prolly 20 years ago.
Wondering where do I actually belong for I desperately wanting to feel welcome and mostly I want to feel like I belong somewhere.

Weird when I only feel welcome at the arms of total stranger.
How can these people have such gesture and so much of love.
Is that how this world actually work? We love stranger more than we love our own flesh and blood.

Quite often when I thought I belong somewhere everything crashes.

What a great way of being me.