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I wish I could just send out a rope, lasso a country and draw it close enough to step across.
I wish that the people who are closest to my heart weren't so far away in reality. I hate feeling such a lack of belonging in the town where I've always lived, that's always been my 'home'. I've always felt out of place here. Yet once every few years when I finally have the time and money I fly to the place that should be my home. With it's okay to be myself around the people I know, the people who understand and accept me, because they love me. But they are only fleeting moments, I can't live my ideal for too long and all too soon have to board another plane and return 'home'. Return to the place where it's not okay to have quiet days, where it's not okay to not be happy all the time, where it's not okay to have a different sense of humour. Where it's not okay to be myself. And it drains me, and makes the longing to return to my hearts home ever more present. I wish I could just pack up and leave, and move to where my puzzle piece belongs. I was packaged up in the wrong jigsaw box, and I will never fit here, I may be pushed into place, I may look like I fit, but it will never be more than a wishful illusion, my edges will never join perfectly with the others here.