I know when I figured it out. I had to go to LA for a weekend and Mark couldn't come with me. For the first time I knew that home isn't a place. It was so much more.
Home was being with him, no matter where in the world that is. And now being with him and my Peanut.
I just know it's what people think when they think of me. Rose colored glasses, hippy, book nerd. That's me and that okay. And I rely on other people too much for my own happiness.
I blame that on being a pack animal. I need people.
Again, reading a hell of a lot I did not think or mean into what was said than what I actually said or meant. You're super social, I'm not. There doesn't have to be a value judgement to that.
I am though, but it's okay. I'm trying. That's all I can do. But I'm just so used to the rejection, both self inflicted and otherwise, that I never associated the feeling of home with people before now.
[She nods.] I get that in a general way. The aiming the frustration still matters. Anyway, you find that people are where you find home these days. I'm glad you have people consistent enough for that.
Oh. going to other worlds to save the day, getting kidnapped, taking what appears to have been longer there than it was here to both get free again and solve the original problem I left to solve.
[That's.....actually a fairly accurate cliff notes as to where she's been. Make of it what you will, hell assume she's joking if you want. It is a pretty bizarre explanation.]
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Home was being with him, no matter where in the world that is. And now being with him and my Peanut.
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I blame that on being a pack animal. I need people.
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I think when you really think about it, about why a place feels like home, you'll realize it's because of hte people.
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I haven't seen you in so long. How are you?
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I'm good. I've been... busy. But it's taken care of now.
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[That's.....actually a fairly accurate cliff notes as to where she's been. Make of it what you will, hell assume she's joking if you want. It is a pretty bizarre explanation.]
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[No, really. They have to be like... 6 before Eliza even considers being around a kid for long.]
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[The life of an immortal being.]
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