28 October 2014

Home was a dream, one I'd never seen, till you came along

     I just want to go home. At least I think that's what I want. Sometimes I wish I could just keep moving, forever wandering so that I never experience the withdrawal symptoms of leaving and returning home.

     Home is such a subjective concept. What is home? No longer is it a house with mother and father and brother. Home is just safety and stability. I find now that one could be in the remotest tropical village or in the middle of downtown, and one could feel altogether home and lost. Wandering and safe at the same time.