when you move,
it’s easy to forget
the places you’ve been —
the life you’ve lived.
I’ve got a farm in Michigan —
10 stable years.
I’ve got a house in Budapest —
brick on a hill.
I’ve got friends in Indiana —
some of the best I’ve known.
I’ve got a family in Chicago
and those city lights alone.
and they’re all different
but somehow —
they’re all home.
\ lea /