Where I Found Home

I have searched for that feeling of home for as long as I can remember. The place where I can breathe and feel free to be me.

The place where I can express myself without hesitation, knowing that it's safe, and I will be seen. The place where people will hear. 

I have searched for so long and I reflect and see it was my inner self trying to find my way home. Trying to find my safe landing and a place to call my own.

It's taken me a long time to get here, but I have to admit I'm okay at that, because being here now my heart is at peace. See the thing I didn't realise when searching was that I was my home.

Connection to people, locations, songs, movies or traditions can all contribute to that sense of being safe and at home. Yet I find that it's only temporary, and so to have its stability I have to look within.

History, community, what is special to us helps us feel like we belong. But if we don't find that security of belonging inside first, we'll always be going in circles to where we once had been.

Therefore, the true essence of home was never a structural element or a group of people, because they can't be it's too much. If you pin home to one place, it can never always be there.

And that's where I found that home is inside me and there are things that help ground me in that place, but to have that foundation of home within yourself first is where you can always depend. And then, when established with the world, you can share.