home [excerpts from a book i’ll never write – sixteen].

home is not where you live.

home is where you decompress.  home is a safe haven.  home is four sturdy walls that protect you from the things that go bump in the night while you dream, dreams.

you live outside of your home.  you live on the trails you hike, in the coffee shops where you stop to read or write the next great novel.  you live on family vacations or road trips with your best friend.  you live in beer gardens, or museums, or on bodies of water.

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