And where is home? If you were to take the time spent in places I've lived, Utah would win. Utah would be home. If you were to make the decision based on where my family is, Utah would win. Utah would be home.
So why doesn't it feel like home? When it is so obviously home?
Everytime I travel back to the midwest, that is when i feel home. It is the weirdest thing. All my immediate family is her, the man I love, my friends... but when I set foot in the midwest, I am taken back by home it just speaks to me.
The humidity is hell, the weather is a mess.... but it just feels right.
I wonder if anyone else from there feels the same.
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