sometimes I think that my life on the other coast was easier...
especially when there are beaches and sunny days
and cars and people you love and miss...
but then I come back to my other home
and realize I have it so good where I'm at.
It might be smelly and noisy and there are lots of stairs
but there are people who love me
and are there for me here too and I'm happy to be home.
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