What is home?

I’m moving home. . .

For many that might not seem too bad or like a blessing to save on rent;

But my home is 50 miles from where I live now.

My home is away from my love and away from my new friends I’ve made.

My home is away from one of the cities I love so much and the energy I’ve always craved.

And still, I’m moving home.

And I am not excited.

I am depressed.

I’ve been with my love almost every morning & night for the last 5 months.

And nearly every other day for 4 months before that.

The year prior to we only met up twice a week.

Cramming everything about ourselves into the weekend.

Hoping to keep alive the flame in a long-distance relationship.

Some say an hour isn’t too far.

That is those that don’t have events planned every evening I suppose.

I can’t believe it though; I’m moving home.

I don’t want to go.