Tag: home
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Longing for a Home
i miss home, but then i am not sure if i am missing a place or a feeling. because the last time i went home, slept in my childhood bed and ate from my mother’s plate—i still missed home. perhaps, the home that i can now only visit in between the seconds of longings and…
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finding my way home.
1. somehow, how much ever farther we go, we always end up carrying our home in the depth of our bones. we pack our tradition, our hand woven clothes and our mountains in a suitcase with us. it so belongs to us and we so belong to it. it’s beautiful just how we can remember…
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what a home can look like
what i have learned is thathome is not always a four walled placewith dining table and fancy family portraitsit is the palace you seek in other people’s livesit is a place in your mother’s heart,the warmth of your fathers hug,the bottle of drink you share with your friends. sometimes it is the sky that tellsand…
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