2025/Nora-

I sit on my bed staring

The suitcase waits half - filled

Flowered sundress from Hawai’i

Weathered baseball cap from San Diego

I stare at my suitcase

All the places I’ve lived staring back

And so the time has come again

I think about my future

Where am I going to end up, I ask

My plane ticket says New York

But that’s not what I wanted to know

I’ve never received the real answer

I don't know what to call home

There’s no place I’ve been long enough

Only long enough to feel the pain of leaving

Keeping in mind that there’s nothing i can do

Even if I stay in contact

Time can only tell if things will work

Such a silly thing time is

Don’t you think?

It’s always taken for granted

And is almost never on your side

There’s always too much of it

Or too less

Which is why I’m here again

The same situation as the 7 times before

Empty house, empty rooms

But my mind filled with what i know

What most don’t know

How to pack up a life

And to bring it somewhere new

But it doesn't feel new

It feels like a do over

Some people would love to have that

You basically get to restart

No one knows who you are

Or what you’ve done

But how many times do you have to go through it

Before it feels like a curse

Like no one will remember you once your gone

And it follows you around

Always in the back of your mind

Of course people will tell you about technology

And how you can text and call from anywhere in the world

But it’s not the same

All I’ve ever wanted is a place to grow up

I don’t want to say all over the states

I want to describe a small suburban town

Where everyone knew each other

And grew up together

But instead i’m staring at my suitcase once again

All the places I’ve lived staring back