I wanna go home

 

So I’m listening to Michael Bublé’s Home and why is this making its way into my sad songs playlist? I’m fully aware it’s a love song,
but like… home could mean a lot more than just a person, right?
Let’s talk about it—
2024 has really been that year for single people, and I’m convinced we’ll never forget it. But, anyway, I digress.
Really, though, sometimes it’s just the little things. I wanna go home, I wanna go to my girl apartment,
maybe flop down on the carpet and cry because they were out of my favorite crisps at the store.
You know, deep, life-altering stuff.
Sometimes, that’s what home really is: the feeling of something familiar in a world that’s constantly trying to knock you down.

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