Home.

In the past couple years I've learned that home isn't always a place, sometimes home is a person. I've also learned that people change, just like we move from house to house and change the locations we call home you can do the same with people too. It's weird the sense of emptiness that is found once our home is lost. When the search begins to find another you truly realize the good and bad from the last. Nobody's perfect and this is true, but when the bad out weighs the good and the sad out shines the happy. It's time to call it quits and learn how to cope with the emptiness until someone more deserving can come along and occupy it. It's not a bad thing to forget how home felt, because it makes it all the better when we remember.