This is my temporary home
It’s not where I belong.
Windows and rooms that I’m passin’ through.
This is just a stop, on the way to where I’m going.
I’m not afraid because I know this is my
Temporary Home.
It’s not where I belong.
Windows and rooms that I’m passin’ through.
This is just a stop, on the way to where I’m going.
I’m not afraid because I know this is my
Temporary Home.
~Carrie Underwood
hah my goodness, i’m so not good with leaving places… never have been.
i think it’s because i have such a visual memory… everything reminds me of something… and then with an active memory as well, it all replays…
in the end i’m ready for it though, i feel like change is in the air… i’m excited about that.
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