A little piece of Home

I grew up here. Well in this town. I got drunk in this shelter (and many more like it ). I look back and in with less than clear recollection of times here. Like peering through this textured glass( I rather not consider what it's textured with). I recall the feelings I had then. Home, safe and with friends who care about me and who I care about.

I travelled quite extensively for 20 odd years now I live not too far away from where I grew up. I'm back, I'm home, with people who care about me and who I care about... some new and some the same.

Mono Monday: home