Home is where the heart is, right?
If it’s true, why am I so uncomfortable here?
This is my home, I have a house here,
And I love my friends here, so why do i feel so out of place?
I may be older, but my wounds haven’t healed.
My heart is missing there,
Because my home, is not here.

-Poem by Charlotte Lidia, with slight changes by me.chicago chicago02 chicago03