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Sometimes finding a place to call home isn’t as easy as where you live. Because sometimes where you live doesn’t feel like home. Hell, sometimes I don’t even feel like my own heart is my home. But right here, in this small little coffee shop I find myself in today I guess can be described as homey. I can smell the coffee being brewed, and the pastries coming fresh out of the oven, and the heat from the oven that I can feel on my skin even sitting across the shop from the kitchen. I didn’t even realize I had my eyes closed. So for now, this coffee shop is my little home.