But when you’re a kid, it isn’t chaos. It’s just a heartbeat. Your house isn’t floating through space, it sits on the ground. Once you get old enough you start to see that color is just paint and doors are just wood. Then, at some point, that feeling of home vanishes entirely. And… that’s what I fear. That nothing will ever make me feel like I’m safe again. That once you leave home, you never get it back. Ryan Galloway
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When you are a child, home is the only place that feels safe. As you age, you start to understand that there are many other places where you can feel safe. You also begin to understand that there are many places that can feel like home. It is not fair to say that home is the only place you will ever feel safe, but it is true that once you leave home, it will never feel like home again.

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