Is it just hitting me? Is it just setting in that this is not home? This can never be home. Home is where the heart is, and when I evacuated I left my heart behind. I loathe the word refugee because that was my name for a few months. I was an outsider. I will forever be an outsider. They all grew up together without me. What right do I have to complain? Some people move twelve times before they hit high school and I've moved once. But I was never going to be the &quot;new girl.&quot; I have great friends whom I love with my whole heart. Sometimes I wonder if they care about me as much as I do about them. I wonder if the girl I consider my best friend would consider me hers or if I'm fooling myself. I want to go back just for one day but not as a visitor, because I am a visitor wherever I go now. I want to go to the former site of my elementary school. I want to stand where monkey bars once stood. I want to play with the memory of lost friends. I want a scar, a tatoo, something to show the world. 2008-02-14T19:35:25Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/21187 <p>A scar, a tatoo.. very deep,heartfelt story, seems that an inner scar is already in place.. to be displaced from ones home, by either war, or natural disaster, or whatever the cause, is tragic. A <br />All the more beautifully told if it is a true, story.<br />LoA</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/21187?basename=41045 2008-02-14T19:35:25Z SKermitgorf http://ficlets.com/authors/kermitgorf <p>I like how it could be a lot of different things, a lot of different reasons for having left, either literally a refugee or just that she feels like one. I guess I never felt this bad, since I usually felt more like an escapee than a refugee.<br />LoA</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/21187?basename=41021 2008-02-14T17:42:23Z THX 0477 http://ficlets.com/authors/thx_0477