Sometimes, I don't want to leave. Whenever I leave, I get so scared that I may never come back. Now, I know that I will be back eventually, but it is still quite an overwhelming thought to think that this could possibly be the last time I will ever be here. I am not talking about death, necessarily, but about just leaving and becoming so busy and caught up in my own life, that I could never make time for home. And when I say home I guess I really mean my family more than a house or a city. No need to worry though, I will always make time for them. But the physical location holds memories and emotions for me too. Maybe I should just realize that I am connected to it and I always will be, no matter where I go.
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