For me, home is my old house on Blue Lace. I moved two months ago, and compared to my old house, the new one blows. I moved not only into a worse house, but I also moved away from my friends. And still when I think of home, or where I live, I imagine my old house, the one I grew up in and lived in for ten years.
Living in my new house is like being at a friends house, its not bad, but its not home. I always loved my old house, I knew it perfectly, and it made me feel at home. The new one just doesn't.
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