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All my emotional memories. The ones that pop in my head without effort are if utah. It is like the past nine years didn’t happen. I lived in that apartment in Dana point for five and a half years. My daughter grew up there. And yet it feels like leaving after a long vacation. I am broke tired and want to go home. Yet I don’t know where “home” is. Maybe after time Arizona will become home. Utah has happy memories but after so long there is no sense of home. My mom, family and houses are in wyoming. But wyoming is so fucking depressing I can’t even imagine going back. I am homeless. Morbidly all I think about as home is the plot next to my brother and dad in the cemetery in wyoming. I guess that will be home eventually