Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Home

Oh, well I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old.
I said these places and these faces are getting old,
So I'm going home.
I'm going home.

Home by Daughtry

Sometimes one's wanderings end at home.  I resigned today.  Soon I won't be 1 of 8 million people who live in New York City.  I'll miss it; I'm sure.  I'm so grateful I got to do it for a year.  I'm going home...

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