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Having a Home

1-3 months before leaving

By Jena RileyPublished 4 years ago 1 min read
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I’m tired of being poor

I’m tired of being in america

I’m tired of the immigration process

I'm tired of always being unsure

never knowing where I might end up or what's next

I’m just tired

I miss home

But this feels like home. I’m so tired.

But this is home.

I just need a break, but I’ll be back.

New York is home, and I'll be back.

The promenade started my journey,

Times Square is where I go to beat writers block, and get home from work.

The train is where I think,

Battery Park is where I fell in love,

then again in Flushing Meadows.

I directed my first film in Brooklyn,

finished my first feature looking out at the statue of liberty,

I never visited it, felt pointless.

So, I just sat and watched the ferries going back and forth,

and one day between classes I fell in love with a captain from afar.

Union Square is where I was dropped off with 2 massive suitcase's by an Uber driver ready to be my tour guide, I sat and waited until my landlord woke up.

The people are ever changing, my life here is ever changing,

I hate routine,

I'll be back.

I don’t think I’ve ever had a home,

I didn’t think I’d ever find one.

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