Donneven, Bettaquit and Mmmhmmmm

But there was something I liked about the idea of those seeds buried so deep having at least a chance to emerge

The world is speaking to you every day, you just don't know how to listen.

I was just stock in the middle, vague and undefined.

The basic fact is that no, this isn't ideal. Very few things are. Sometimes, you have to manufacture your own history. Give fate a push,so to speak.

Home wasn't a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together. Not a place, but a moment, and then another, building on each other like bricks to create a solid shelter that you take with you for your entire life, wherever you may go.

So I left him there alone to watch history repeat the same events retold again and again on his own.