What is a home?
a place where loved ones gather, where they talk and laugh and be merry? Or is it simply the place where a family lives? Or is a home where their love is shared?
Do I really have a right to define what one is when I never had one to begin with?
Maybe for a short while, I did
I had a home with Mimi, I had a home wth the Kaisers. But they were only temporary.
But both of those are gone now.
I am homeless.
I have a physical home, but none in my heart.
I live alone in isolation.
Can I be homesick if I never had a home in the first place?
To me, a home was a building, not a feeling.
You could say I'm homesick,
but not in the conventional sense.
I'm missing a home I have not yet found.
I hope that in the future I will finally have a home, a place where I belong.
But, for now, I am a nomad.
searching for a place to call home.