home.

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 /