The City of Brothery Love

I'm going home. Today I will enter my car a complete adult, because only adults drive three hours in cars to a place they anticipate being home. I am yes, excited. but as well, very nervous. Even though it is a mild weathered visit, what if I am wrong about choosing my home. I am a young adult and in that point of our lives we are merited with all sorts of bad decisions, and I'm up there with the best of them. But usually these bad decisions are indeed risks, but while in the process and premeditation of our deviation, we know we are doing wrong. There, however, is still this risk of having no fucking clue, in some cases little guidance and just like falling in love with a person, we must jump to fall in love with a place.
We all have a home, or as some of us call it "home home," technically your birthplace or the place of your childhood, or in some instances, where your parents reside with or without you. Now that I have broken away from what can be technically considered part of my home before, a hole in the ground with a rock it in contain the remains, of what in the eve of father's day, seems unspeakable. And it wants to make not just leave the thought, but leave this place.
In Breakfast at Tiffany's, Audrey Hepburn's character, Holly Golightly proclaims to a man she just met, "If I could find a real life place that made me feel like Tiffany's, well, I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name." I have no furniture and no longer keep a cat, I guess I'm in her position. And it is a scary one, as we see so many people relate to Holly's character, leaving her 'home home' in an attempt to find love from not just people, but a place.
Even though it is very scary to make a decision, I do believe that my heart has taken this battle over from my brain, 'cause I have never felt my heart flutter so sweetly as when the Philadelphia skyline comes into view.