Home. The word means different things to everyone, but it is something we are always searching for whether it be a person or a place or just a feeling. Do we ever truly find it? Perhaps there are people out there that have a better sense than I do. Those that have “lived” more.

Searching for home has been a pretty hard journey. Life takes us in a path that we don’t often see that can de-rail us from this journey. I never thought I would find a home quite like the feeling of my childhood home. You know…that breath of fresh air and relief as soon as you walk inside? As I’ve gotten older, I’ve moved away, moved back, it’s been a cycle. The feeling of going back is finally changing. I say finally in a relieved sense because it isn’t my home anymore. It’ll always be home, but not in the sense I’m longing for.