Five Years Too Long

Dear diary

A place one calls home.........I've been grappling with what a 'home' is as of late.

Sure I've had the general home set-up where you grow up in and live with your loved ones, be it your mom and dad sometimes with siblings if you had any.

Mine was set up with just me, my mom and sister, it was a house full of women and it was extremely comfortable and nice to live in, me and my sister didn't lack anything as my mom made sure to provide for all our needs and wants. So essentially that was what I've known to be a home, a place were love wasn't forced or tainted to be something you needed to earn.

All the places after that have been the opposite of all of that and I've long since been able to find even the smallest of replicas of the feeling I got when It was just me and my sister and Our mom.

I guess we don't always get what we want!