Holes in My Mind

Nowhere

The famous saying goes; Home is where the heart is. It is often left ringing in my ears and floats around in my head. What if you don't know where your heart is? Sometimes there is no such thing as home. My home is nowhere. It is a place deep in my heart where the sun is warm, filled with trees that dance along with the wind, a nice breeze that briskly touches your skin. It feels like receiving a nice cold ice cream on a hot summer day.

The home I dream of does not exist. Perhaps maybe it does somewhere, but it's nowhere. I like to believe it is a combination of all the places I've lived and been. When I'm there, in my dreams, I'm surrounded by my friends and those who make me feel good. When I'm nowhere, I feel this feeling, like the warm feeling you feel during Christmas time when the lights are all decorated outside and Christmas music all around.

I suppose I don't have a home because I never stay long. There are times where it is wonderful though. Being able to have fresh new start is as pleasant as cuddling up with an intriguing book on a rainy day. But you lose a lot of friends. I guess if I lived nowhere, that wouldn't happen. Nowhere makes life seem so perfect and so amazing.

As time has gone by, I've come to realize that I'm glad nowhere exists. Living in nowhere wouldn't do me any favors. To live in nowhere would be like living in a bubble, enclosed to the world and its problems. I've come to learn that I know where home is. It isn't nowhere; it's where my family is, where my heart is.