to feel at HOME

I'd walked in circles through the forest near my dorm room at least a dozen times ... past the bubbling creek, over the little wooden bridge, through the aspen trees that shimmered in the autumn wind. But since I'd been on my cellphone talking to Dad for an hour, I'd hardly noticed its beauty.

I missed being at home.

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