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It’s been 5 years since we moved here together.
Five years, and my phone still bears it's original number.
Some piece of me whispers, "this is all just temporary."
Unable to mentally unpack this one, last bag.
Dragging my feet on the path to contentment.
Though slowly, my resistance to this place is fading.
Because I know...
where my family is- my heart, entwined with three others...
that’s where my roots grip tightly.
They are the only home I need.
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Category: Finding Contentment