There's something about being home that gives me a feeling like no other
The love, the safety, the familiarity
I know the grocery stores, post office, where the nice views are and where the sun rises best
I know the twists and turns of the roads, the secret places I would retreat to, the places of hurt and joy,
I trace the memories and smells and feelings
The real moments and the places of hope- the fields that held my careless wonder
and the weight of the things that I cannot seem to remember
It's like every time I am home I am living and sifting through the past and the present
They intersect and cross at times, but at others their paths are transparent and parallel
Revealing the similarities and differences of time so slowly I feel that I can physically reach out to touch them
My family is the main feature of what points the compass back to this place
This place that I know
Where they reside is where my heart is and first started to beat
They taught me so much of what I know and who I wanted to be
and I owe them everything
This safe haven has branched out to other locations as well
And I feel so blessed to find safety and love
Within
So many physically different locations
I used to think that this made me torn or never being able to be whole
That I was pulled in too many directions and I could not satisfy both of these locations
Was I greedy, was I enough, was I just confused?
As the years pass I realize that I am not made into two by falling in love with different places
But I am twice as happy, twice as lucky, and twice as grateful to find solace and belonging between the two
These roads and ideas are not this physical physical physical idea
they are everywhere and within and without of myself with the people I hold dearest
they flow through my being, my love, and my heart,
The places just represent what I know and who I can trust
They coddle my soul and nourish my growth and that is all I could ever ask for.
I am truly home at happiness, at love, at family, at friendship
In an embrace, in a smile, in a laugh and with support
I feel that I am home always- a phone call away- a hug close- not a day apart
knowing always
That love guides me wherever I must go but always roots me in where I am coming from
and where I have been
So I must return "home" often
Because I hear it calling
And I need to let it flow through me once again
