There was a place I called home long time ago

 There was a place I called home a long time ago,

It is far now, but I went back.

I am back because I had to go

I was called back.

I called NYC my home, the upper east side is my home

it will be forever the place where my heart and mind were free,

the place where I am me at home

the warm mess that scared others but for me is carefree.

Even if my allergies bloom here,

and I am constantly suffering

even if my medical tests here

are terrible expensive

I welcome this suffering.

There are other places where blood family is,

where my best friends also are,

Munich, West and East London, NYC, Buenos Aires,

places where I am what there is...

It makes no sense, I am aware

this is not my home anymore,

I am welcome better than in any other place

"Welcome home," they said at the border.

I loved West London living with my family, every time I visited

and dreamed of living there,

being a Chelsea girl...

However, my world is now in East London,

my groups, friends, love...