Home is Where the Heart Is

Oh great. Another one.

Yeah yeah, I know the routine. Bigger on the inside. Time travel. Goodbyes. In comes the next one. You think you're special but I know better.

You'll leave you're mark, but I'll forget your presence in time. A book off the shelf. The way you sleep. The times and places you choose to go. An adventure or two that you'll always survive. All different, and yet, still the same. The moments will fade. I remember you, but don't think it's because I choose to.

I'm not your house. I travel too. And I'm older than any home you've ever been in. No, I'm not falling apart. And yet, when the doors open to a new time and place, I swear, it feels like breathing.

So where to next?