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I just thought it’d be nice to say…
I’m glad I live in a home. Sure, it’s no place of solace many a time, but I do have my room. Which is filled with stuffed animals and sometimes I can just lay down amongst them and look at all their cute little faces and pat their little heads and hug their little squishy selves and remember how long they’ve been with me.
I’m glad I don’t live in an apartment. I’ve never moved. I may not have always liked the people in it, but nevertheless, this is home.
It won’t be forever. Time moves forward, and maybe, if I’m lucky, I’ll make a new home of my own one day. I may start off bouncing through apartments, again only if I’m lucky, but one day I will leave this place.
And even with all the hate that went on down here, this will always be where I spent my childhood. Where I grew up. Where I learned and lived. And it will always be my first home.