The Quest for Thought

Home: The place where one lives permanently.

In these past 2.5 months, I have stayed at all 3 of my homes. However, the feeling of home was not felt within those 4 walls. It felt like the walls would collapse within itself and engulf me with them.

For me, home is not the place I stay. It is the people in my life. The people that choose me, the people I choose. The ones that stick by me no matter what. The ones that give me the freedom to be myself, to express myself in a manner I feel comfortable in and just accepting the weird and goofy side of me.

There are a few people who make me feel at home, who make me feel heard, seen and important. They make me feel like a part of a community, in a true sense a part of a home. The people that make you feel lighter just by their presence.

This post is dedicated to all of those people who impact me on a daily basis and make my life a little more beautiful with their presence. They are the sunshine that I have on a cloudy day, the drops of rain that cool the hot land, and the wind that rushes in to make you feel calm.