How do you define home?
A place where you live. Sleep. Eat. Spend time with your family?
Or is it a habitat of comfort? Your sanctuary?
This list isn't exhaustive; home means a lot of different things to a lot of different people.
In my case, home is already each of the above. Yet, I am not home, it feels.
I own a room. With my belongings. Books. Collectibles. Other junk.
But, I don't feel at home. Not yet, anyway.
I have family. I have people around me.
But, I still don't feel at home. Not yet, anyway.
Food. Sleep. The rest. I get it all here.
But, I don't feel at home, at all. Not yet, anyway.
Nomad.
That's what I am.
On a journey. With a purpose.
At the end of a long path of struggle. Of patience. Of waiting.
It's nearly time, however.
Time I go back.
Time, I return home.
Home.
Where the heart truly is.
Back into Earth, you mean? omg are you dying? :O
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