I don’t think I’ve ever quite figured it out.
There seem to be very mixed opinions on where a home is.
On what a home is, or can be.
Even on who a home might become.
It can be a country, a state, a city, a house, or whatever you define as your space.
It can be a feeling, an emotion, a connection.
It can be whomever steals your heart.
I get that many want to stay close to family. Without them it could never be a home to some. That bond, the importance of such a community.
In my case this is not true.
Others call home based solely on feelings. They just know. They connect with the soul of a certain environment and decide that this is it. This is what they have been looking for. This is what they need.
In my case this is also not yet true.
The rare few, the magical ones, the chosen ones perhaps. They have found a home within someone else. Within their existence, their being, their heart. They do not need to define home as anything else, as anywhere is home, as long as the other half is present.
In my case, this is probably the furthest of possibilities.
I can’t even begin to imagine where mine might be.
I have a few possible ideas, but that doesn’t really help. I like California, I suppose. I could probably go back to Germany some day and stop there. Spain is also nice.
Which type could I be?
I’m not the biggest family person. I’m more likely to base it on emotions. Since those are so strong it could end up being a person. If I were to come across someone, someday.
It’s a tough question.
Is it a necessary one?
I’m not even sure about this whole home thing.
I feel so lost within myself. How am I supposed to find anything?
For now, I need to find the way out of this maze inside of me.
I’d love a map.
I’ll ask google later.