Feels like home to me

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I'm not sure where "home" really is any more. 
I miss Toronto, and my life there, but on this trip back, like all the other trips I've taken over the past decade, I've slipped right back into where I left off when I left Mumbai all those years ago. 
My friends are still my friends, my family as familial- everyone is just a little bit older, and some of them have procreated another generation to survive ours.
I wonder sometimes whether I have a few more moves left in me...


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