Home

Home—I’m sure many things came to mind when you think of “home”. Some probably think of where they lay their head at night or think of people. Yet others think of where they grew up. Maybe it was a time, a feeling, a certain place in time you thought of. Maybe you thought of multiple things. Homeless—most likely one thing came to mind. Those living in shelters or tents. Those without a physical home to sleep in at night. That is what I always thought of, until recently. I have a family. I have a warm, cozy house I go home to every night. I have a place where I grew up that I can go back to visit. However, I feel homeless. For me, home is a feeling. It’s a feeling of security and comfort. A feeling of belonging and being wanted. A place you get homesick for and you know exactly where you need to go cure that sickness. I have that sickness and I can’t cure it. I don’t know where home is anymore. I go back to where I grew up and I feel like an outsider. I visit with my closest friends and I feel far away from them. Where do you go when no place feels like home and you are homesick? How do you cure the sickness? Where do you go?