I lost the feeling of home five years ago. I have a house, I have a family in that house, but it doesn't feel like home. It doesn't feel like some place where I belong. When you say you're going back to where you live, you say "I'm going home". But I don't. I can't. July 15, 2015. Most people think its stupid. Stupid to think that home is a concert. Its more than just a concert. Its a place that feels like home. 5 years without having a slight feeling of it, I finally did. I was surrounded by 60,000 people and 4/5 boys I owe my life to. Home to me isn't a permanent place. Its a place where you feel safe, secured, and happy. I felt safe, secured, and happy that day. And honestly I can't wait to feel that again.
