There are people who build cities on top of volcanic fields. And they live there. People build lives in desperate towns. And they die there. People grow up in fast cities and slow farm towns and simply exist there.
Such a big world to live in…
Are you HOME where you are?
I’ve always had a house. I’ve never been homeless. But I’ve felt homeless. Like now. Like for the last several years. I’ve lived in limbo.
What makes a place home? Is it a person? Is it being at peace with yourself? Is it learning to be content no matter the circumstance? Or is it a person?