Far far away from home. Remembering the meaning of home and what it means to us. Home as a meaning has been a series of rewriting and understanding. 

These series of rewritings have brought trauma to the point of revelation. 

Walking on egg shells in two story homes, sneaking out past midnight and long conversations till sunrise. I’ve made many memories of a home.

Home broke me but reconstructed my mind. In the depths of my brain I’ve rewrote many concepts of a happy home. Finding safe space in my journey remains. I have a home.