When I Think of Home

home: the place you live . the place you belong. the place you miss and can go away from physically but it is always kept within you.
home: the place you feel the most like yourself.

home.

everyone always talks about how small the world seems to be. i'm trying to realize why the same does not apply to me. the more people i meet that are a part of my karass, people who are removed from me by a degree of separation, the bigger the world seems. not only is it big but my world seems to be growing almost exponentially and in its growth i seem to be becoming smaller and smaller.

each and every day it seems to be more and more apparent that i do not have a home. or at least i am finding myself reorganizing my thoughts on what is my home. more importantly i am realizing that i will not have a home or sense of home until i can accept the fact that

my home is not a house

my home is not a neighborhood

my home is not a city

is not a region

or even a country

i find myself contemplating "sacrifices". if going home causes you to lose something then that thing is not a part of you. it is a detriment. it is deterring you from who you are from your home. but if it is a part of you it is welcome in your home and will hopefully share your home and above all respect your home and your need to return home.