home is where the heart is.

the one thing that i rely on is my family. they are my source of strength more so than anything else. what happens when those ties are cut? surely i end up alone and hurt. i never thought that i would lose this part of me, this part of my life. i know now that it is gone. i guess i have to find somewhere else to call home. but can i ever replace nineteen years of growing up? i hope so. because i need somewhere to feel like home, and fast.