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An old piece from October:

 

Dear Self,

Home is where the heart lies and you need it desperately. 
Home. Tears. Lots. 
Not because of sorrow or despair.
But rather
tears of joy, tears of laughter, tears from daddy adding his usual fix of habanero to a sizzling pan, tears from staying up too late watching movies, tears from retelling silly stories from the past. Tears that wash over you and make you feel like everything is okay. - home and tears (written on the Greyhound at 2:25 AM)