A friend once told her,
Look at you
You’ve put your life together
You are now capable of getting what you want and what you need
With hard work, you’re now in a place where you’ve always wanted to be in
This is your new home...
But if I may ask, why do you keep looking back?
Why do you keep on relieving those memories you once had?
Then silence came between them
The question actually got her
She put down the coffee that has gotten cold in her hands
Then she lifted her head, looked at the clouds as if answers would fall from them
It took her seconds but then seconds turned into minutes
And then she answered,
Maybe because in those memories, I felt more Home
