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Finding Home

Sometimes I think to myself that I just want to run away. Sometimes I’ll be sitting in my own living room, surrounded by all the things that comprise my life, and wish that I could go home. Where is home? Don’t I have one? Haven’t I been there before? Sure, I don’t consider this single-bathroom joint me and my husband are renting in Pittsburgh our home. We still haven’t nailed up pictures and there’s a perpetual unpacked box sitting beneath my bedroom...