Is This Happening To Anyone Else?

You know that point in your life when the home you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? All of a sudden even though you have some place to put your stuff in, that idea of home is gone. It's all familiar--from the entrance way to the kitchen to that shitty toilet that wouldn't ever flush right. Even that bathroom mirror that you'd scrutinize yourself in every single day and never notice a change from the day before even though you've been doing it every morning of your life. All of it's the same, but somehow that security and sense of satisfaction of home is gone.

Maybe it's just one giant cycle or a rite of passage. Once you move out for a long time or even forever, you won't ever find that feeling again until you create a new idea of home for you know, yourself, your kids.

And then again, maybe I've been looking at it the wrong way. 'Home' isn't your bed with Ninja Turtle sheets or the yard you learned to played catch in. Maybe it's the people you've filled yourself with... acquaintances, co-workers, friends, close friends, family members. Maybe that's all that family really is...just a bunch of people who miss the same imaginary place when really it's each other they miss.

Leaving just in time
Stay here for a while
Rolling in the ocean
Try to catch her eye
Work hard and say it's easy
Do it just to please me
Tomorrow will be different
So this is why I'm leaving