'Cause Home is where the heart is

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I am on my way home. No matter where I go, as I get nearer to our house, people I see in the way seem to be known, familiar even if they really aren't. I remember how outgoing of a person I'd been, but last two years seemed to have changed everything. Seemed to have changed me in the first place. If I have changed, everything else has too, bit by bit. I'll remember how these years like some pages from my diary.

I've reached home. My home. Yes, I know how it feels like to call something as yours. Completely yours.

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  1. Amrit SinhaSeptember 01, 2012 11:18 am

    Home indeed is where the heart is !!!

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  2. AnishaSeptember 01, 2012 2:37 pm

    Yes, I know how it feels like to call something as yours. Completely yours--
    I know that feeling
    :)

    ❤Not Just My Allegories❤

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  3. HardiSeptember 01, 2012 4:58 pm

    Love the post title, and I love the post too ☺

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  4. deepsSeptember 03, 2012 4:53 am

    home sweet home...

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  5. TanyaSeptember 05, 2012 12:42 pm

    Hey. The 'Next blog' tab really comes in handy at times. It does. :)

    Had I read this post say, a month back, I couldn't have connected with it. But now that I had to shift to a new city for college, away from home, I know what you are talking about. Homesickness, it never goes away, does it? Sigh.

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  6. AVYSeptember 09, 2012 8:50 am

    I don't have a home like that, sometimes I wish I did.

    /Avy

    http://mymotherfuckedmickjagger.blogspot.com

    ♥

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  7. Rohit_blogger at http://floating-expressions.blogspot.in/September 10, 2012 5:25 am

    The resonant feelings of one madly missing home..yep home sweet home!

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  8. ʞɐSeptember 15, 2012 11:36 pm

    I can relate to mine, sometimes. :P

    And Hey,
    Congratulations.
    You have been awarded "The Versatile Blogger Award".
    Click on the link for more details.

    Take Care. :)

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  9. IzdiherSeptember 18, 2012 5:45 am

    There is no place like home.

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  10. Vickky MavsSeptember 21, 2012 8:05 am

    when everything and everyone else seems wrong, HOME can always be where we could fall back on... :)

    http://ricochetsandblahblahs.blogspot.com/

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  11. Lubaina E.September 27, 2012 8:21 am

    No place like home :')

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  12. Mia AlexOctober 05, 2012 4:18 am

    awww. I love this post. I kinda miss home too. hope you check and follow my blog too :)been your follower for 3months. :")


    http://mypastellife.blogspot.com/

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  13. songbirdOctober 07, 2012 2:33 am

    It feels amazing to be home, and everything just feels right, and that is the place where I truly feel comfortable, and sheltered. Those feelings that you have described are totally how I feel, so this was really relatable.

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  14. JackOctober 08, 2012 1:45 am

    I do I do,

    First visit. Read 6 parts of Moving Forward and this post. I know it is so easy to let go and move on but is there any choice? One needs to gather up self and face life which surely will show better side soon. I fully agree that Home is where Heart is and also that it is the Lady of the house who makes it a HOME.

    Take care

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  15. GhadeerOctober 09, 2012 5:28 am

    The title: so true.

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  16. UnknownNovember 12, 2012 12:09 am

    beautiful, very beautifully written. I too know how it feels to call something as entirely yours. :)

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