Reality hasn’t crept up on me this time but slapped me in the face while staring me in the eyes. I had been blind to it before but it always stared me in the eyes, coloured blue. Eyes blue of my soul sister who I was blind too. My privilege slaps me in the face. A choice, I have my choices – to stay to leave, to travel the two day trip across the grey space to home. I can create a home where I please, and my home is with those loved. Your home is yours but the choice isn’t. Leave for opportunity, leave for freedom leave for life but not for a home. Your home is mine, and one day mine will be yours. With blood we are bonded with spirit intwined, with dreams we are divided and I will follow mine. They lead me to you, to home, to origin.