When I see my family in my dreams, and then wake up, I make myself go back to sleep so that I can spend more time with them. It seems silly, but I miss them so.
And if it is a bad dream, I return to make sure they get out of the harm they are in.
It's not the same, and it's not real, but it is home, which I suppose has proven to be a state of mine.
Blah.
I should be studying, but I'm listening to Car Talk instead. It's much more entertaining.
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