Utah: the place I call home
I love traveling. But I also love home.
Maybe this isn't authentic, seeing as I'm writing it three weeks after I've left London, but I'll try my best to describe how I was feeling.
A week before getting on the plane, I was ready to go. Feeling empty and confused and wanting to get back to the familiar. Family and friends that I knew would laugh at my jokes and listen to my point of view.
Perhaps this is why everybody needs a place they call home. Because even though there are people and you can be doing just fine away from it, we all feel unstable when there is nothing we know around us.
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| The Great Salt Lake |
No matter how many problems or difficulties Kansas had, Dorothy still wanted to go back.
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