Home is relative. It’s what you make it. It can be a house, a place, a person, or people. But it changes. It can change, it will change, this concept of home. My home is in 10 different places constantly. Minimum. There are people who have walked across my soul and are permanent. While everything I knew was changing, they were constant, they have become my home. The place I live now is not my home and it’s time to search for a new home. My experience wont be your experience and I don’t expect it to be. I simply believe that by speaking, by refusing to stay silent, maybe someone will gain an insight that will guide them home, wherever that may be.
I’ve been spending a great deal of time editing my writing so I can better share my experience with you. I’ll be sharing bits and pieces here while I finish formatting and I would love to hear your feedback on what you’d like to read more of!