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by atldevotee

Some people say that home is where the heart is.

My heart is 2,495 miles away from where I actually live.

My heart is in a place called San Francisco, the city by the bay.

Whenever I am asked about where I think of home, my heart goes out to there.

I haven't been home yet, but I feel it coming soon.

My city, my people, my friends, I am coming for you soon.

You do not know what it is like to be truly, madly, deeply in love with a place that you've never been to.

It hurts to desire a place so much, when you have no way of getting there right now.

San Francisco, I run to you in my dreams, and I know that one day I will be home.

I haven't been home yet, but I feel it coming soon.

A/N:

I was feeling kind of homesick this morning so I quickly jotted this down. Enjoy!