what home feels like
We've been back in Kansas for about a week and a half now.
When we reunite with people there are two types of one question: one that wants the easy answer, then one with more understanding. The latter adds "or do you miss it?" to "Is it good to be back?"
You know, it is good. Strange. And good. And confusing. And good. It's not a contest between the two places. They both hold events and people that we'll always remember.
How does it feel to be home?
To sum it up in a sentence:
Like everything is the same but me.
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