The same thing in a different way

photo: Brianne Bland

Home is where mom is

How come saying goodbye never gets any easier? You'd think I should be used to those by now but they just feel just as empty and aching as ever. Even heading back to a place where I've been for 2 years seems so lonely and depressing. People ask me if this is my home now. It's where my life is, my apartment, my car, my career, yet sometimes it doesn't feel home at all. I guess home really is where mom is. Maybe the definition of home should just be where your loved ones are located. I'm trying to find home in a place where it doesn't belong...