Home, At Last

Why is it so hard to find the feeling of home away from home?


Why has it been three years at Berkeley but home is still hours away from this little city? 

When will I find my home away from home?



But, perhaps, we’ve been viewing it entirely wrong.  What if home isn’t something you “find”? What if home is something we build?


Maybe home only feels like our own when we’ve put in the investment and the groundwork in terms of money, time, and building relationships and memories within.





It’s impossible to say when this will ever occur but I cannot wait for the moment that I wake up in a place where my heart is completely free, secure, and loved. 



Home, at last.