Back Home

Being back home is nice, comforting, reliable, but above all things, temporary. Nothing changes, it’s safe, it’s suffocating. Going back to a job I had two years ago, seeing the manager at the grocery store i worked at four years ago, seeing kids i went to high school with with their own kids, seeing my exes friends who don’t talk to me, taking the bus everywhere and getting picked up by my mom, regression.

But being back in nature, the woods and ocean, none of this matters


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