What is home?

Home has been a place sometimes.

Other times, home was a person.

Lately, home has been…

A coming back to myself.

I am home the most when I am my most authentic self.

I stopped looking for home outside

In places

And people

And realized that home…

Was always where my feet were.

Home was never a person outside of myself.

It was never a place outside of myself.

Home was me coming back to my body.

Home was me listening to the yearnings of my soul

It was me noticing the sensations that flow through my skin

Home is me noticing my breathe.

The rising and falling of my belly as it goes in and out

Home is me feeling my hair tickle the back of my neck

Home is me hearing the growling of my stomach

Home is me feeling the texture of grass on my feet

Home is where I am first and foremost

Because when I am home with myself

All other places

All other people

Become experiences, ornaments to enrich my existence

And wherever I go, I am assured

That I can always.

Always

Come back home.

To myself