Where do you go when home doesn't feel like home?
My friend asked me this the other day as we sat in her car in the empty parking lot with her trunk full of her belongings and her dog asleep in her back seat. She had tears going down her cheeks and her hand was shaking as she wiped them away. This made me think.
For the past year I have dreamed about the day I can finally move away and out of that house. I realized it had been the place I was raised in.... but not the place I want to call home. I realized that the only time I have felt safe and at peace was when I have been in your arms. By your side. In that moment I had realized you were my home. Not just a person I'd die for or the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. You were my home.
I looked up at her after a long pause and smiled. I made her get into the passenger seat to let me drive. I knew that when she was with him she felt most at home in the world. So that's where I took her. I took her to him.
When I got home that night, I called you and I just sat there, listening to your breath, and told you that I missed you. Because at times people get homesick.
