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So John has a post that perfectly describes how I feel right now. http://wentz.blogspot.com/2005/06/back-to-life-back-to-reality-back-to.html Especially since I came back from Guatemala to immediately pack and move. Where is home? Maybe Simon and Garfunkle say it best:
Tonight I’ll sing my songs again
I’ll play the game and pretend
But all my words come back to me
In shades of mediocrity
Like emptyness in harmony
I need someone to comfort me
Homeward bound
I wish I was
Homeward bound
Home, where my thought’s escaping
Home, where my music’s playing
Home, where my love lies waiting
Silently for me
