Destination: Home.

I never understood how people were homesick or what that term really meant. I am a very logical person or at least I try to be. How could you feel homesick if wherever you are is what home is? But then I met you and I felt safe. I felt at home with you. You made me feel sheltered. It wasn’t up until you left that I realized being homesick had nothing to do with a physical place. See, home doesn’t have an address, it has a pulse. And when you left, I felt my foundation being ripped from up under me. I felt lost and confused and most importantly alone. You were my comfort zone; my safe haven. But as you may know, people grow tired of homes and decide to move; to explore other parts of town. They get up and search for a home that’s right for them. I’ve done it plenty of times. I kept moving and I kept searching for a home that was just right to no avail… That was, until I realized that what Goldilocks was talking about was right under my nose. See, I thought home was what surrounded you. But, I finally found a home I’m proud to call my own. I’ve made shelter in my own skin. I told myself that the only home I ever needed was the one my mother and father built from scratch. The foundation’s a little shaky and it leaks when it rains but I’ll never feel homesick again.