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There is something about going back to Windsor and spending time with my best friends esp now with added Devon, that always makes me feel better and a little more recharged. It reminds me that I wasn’t always in a dark place and that I did do things on my own and defined myself as myself in a new place, barring responsibilities it would be very easy to go back to living up there. 


But like everything it’s a nice pipe dream, I have responsibilities here. The only way i would go back home to Windsor is with my family, and I’d still keep one foot in the grave in Hamilton, that’s not by choice, only by fate and I don’t think he’d ever leave his home. But it’s nice to visit and remember who I once was, this time without the baggage of anyone in my life. 


When you truly don’t care what anyone from you’re past thinks of you? That’s freedom. I went home and just had fun, no bullshit, no drama. No relationships. Just good friend’s. 


I’m becoming who I want to be again, I am finding peace in my life. That’s what I need right now. Just peace. 

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