Back to home. Or is it? The same streets I used to walk daily 3 years ago and some how it doesn’t feel the same. I keep thinking maybe I made myself homeless. No matter the city, it doesn’t feel quite home. I walked and run and I go to the same shops, meet the same people, they missed me, did I? I also missed my city now, my friends here, and my home here. So where do I belong to? I keep thinking what if I never feel I’m home again? What if all these changes, all this travelling have changed the way I see cities and I never feel the same again. Then I see the station, so many hours spent there, waiting for the train to go to school, to meet my friends, to go far away, yes that thought of going far away was already there….well maybe I never felt like home, did I? Maybe I don’t have this feeling because I never had it, cities are just cities and home is not in them. What if I just have to travel further, and find the right place, that place that when I see it makes me know I don’t want to leave ever again.
You could extend this questioning style further. It will give the piece a strong voice.
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