I don't feel at home at home anymore.
Maybe it's due to the fact that I've lived on three continents and moved houses fifteen times in twenty one years. Maybe it's just that I never settled in one place long enough for it to become home.
How can a person feel at home... when in essence they don't truly belong anywhere?
Not geographically.
Nor socially.
I'm thankful to God, to my parents that I have never been homeless in the way that word is meant to mean. But I wish they had stayed somewhere long enough for me to build connections. I grew up avoiding close relationships, telling myself "People always leave."
Now I've come to realize that people don't leave.
I do.
Maybe it's due to the fact that I've lived on three continents and moved houses fifteen times in twenty one years. Maybe it's just that I never settled in one place long enough for it to become home.
How can a person feel at home... when in essence they don't truly belong anywhere?
Not geographically.
Nor socially.
I'm thankful to God, to my parents that I have never been homeless in the way that word is meant to mean. But I wish they had stayed somewhere long enough for me to build connections. I grew up avoiding close relationships, telling myself "People always leave."
Now I've come to realize that people don't leave.
I do.
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