The Journey to Self: Discovering What Home Means

I tried to say goodbye.

To start something new, in a place just a little different to here.

I tried on new words, I tried to place myself in a box, neat and tidy with a bow.

But each time I tried, one thing was clear.

The place was not here.

I had been craving something new, like fresh bedsheets, like life, brand new.

There is no place like home.

This is what I know, now. This is what I feel.

Maybe I’ll go again, maybe I’ll return. Maybe this will happen, like an ever repeating song that never ends.

I’m okay with that. I’m okay, as long as I’m home.