When I hear the word “home” I always think of that saying “Home is where the heart is.” Is home really there? I know that MY heart is definitely NOT in the place below.  Home is my safe place which happens to be a person. Recently I have spent a lot of time there. A place that he took me too. I haven’t had a place to go to since 1998, when my home away from home changed owners. It was a place that I felt comfortable. It was a place that those around me knew my name. I felt protected and the bartender knew what I drank.  Only until recently have I felt this comfortable in this kind of environment. However, I truly don’t know how long it will last since there might be some disturbance in the near future. I’ll have to wait and see for how much longer I can call this little hole in the wall – “home.”

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