a different world

as i sit here sippin on my whiskey and coke, i am very lost. I came home to be home and it seems that many other people left home and came home to be home also. I notice how much things change. I know they do, but i always lie to myself. It's family who makes home what it is, but when friends move away and change there is nothing for that. I enjoy where i am, and i now at this point in my life realize something i am not ready to accept. When i return to place in Vegas and hang my hat on my top shelf, my home will be there and not here in Atlanta. I think that's what's been making me so depressed; the fact that as i party and enjoy Vegas i always look to the East to define home and who i am. When i get home to Vegas, i will have to bring my identity with me and the place that i've made will be my home. For now i'm gonna finish this whiskey and cola, and listen to my friends talk about old times and new times, and cherish the last 3 days i have here because this is the last time i can truly call Atlanta home. The next shot is for El Scorcho, and the last 4 will be for the place i lost my virginity, i had my first drink, first smoke, where the moonlight shines through the pines, for my identity in Atlanta.