I used to collect maps because my mother worked in hospitality and there were always road maps in motels for travellers. I would live in vacant rooms while she worked and map ways to go back to my friends in NY from FL by foot with half baked schemes that I only day dreamed about. It wasn't until years later when waking from my daydreams that I realized they all grew up and moved on without me, forgetting about me, wheras they were my only experience of authentic kindness. I feel like kids in our predicaments are just trying to find a place that feels like something better than home, even if we've never experienced it.