Where The River

 I'm in another airport.

This has been the summer of traveling and living out of a suitcase and not calling a single place my home. 

I went to my hometown for a day and a half, but it wasn't quite home.

Home isn't defined by a place, but instead by a people.

Maybe I'm traveling across the country so much to find my home.

Maybe where the river meets the ocean.

Just one more flight today.

-Emma Lancaster

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