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 /

home

moving once again.
but it doesn’t feel like moving.
since my parents stay here.
since my room stays here.

I’ll miss this room,
one of several that I didn’t grow up in
But another that has housed many friends, old and new
And that has seen me through such growth and change.

I’ll miss this chair
– a green armchair that was my sister’s –
that I tell everyone who walks through my door
to sit in.

I’ve read
prayed
studied
thought

written
talked
cried
and slept in it.

I’m still a little nervous
that I’ll feel alone,

but it’ll all be here when I get back
and I’ll find a home away from home.

\ lea /