Melbourne, Australia. 2018
I know where it is. It may have taken me a while to understand it exactly, but ever since I’ve figured it out, there’s a type of freedom I feel that no one can take from me. Home, is wherever I am. I carry everything with me, and that makes me feel at home. On my journey, throughout my travels, the people I meet, the ones I come to love and leave, it’s okay, because I take all that matters to me, with me. I don’t have room to carry things in my luggage that would try to remind me of who I am. That’s what my heart is for… It’s an unlimited space, filled with treasures. My heart is filled with people, memories, dreams, love, hope, and passions, that only I would understand. There are moments when I think I’m homesick, and it’s only because I may have forgotten that what I’m looking for is not always out in the world, but within myself. I’m at home, everyplace I go, because I carry my people with me (y’all know who y’all are). It can all be so simple, and I prefer simple. The key to that, is to be kind and choose love.
It’s been 10 years since I’ve been in Australia, and as soon as I landed, I was home, again.
“Home is where love resides, memories are created, friends and family belong, and laughter never ends.”
“Chase your dreams, but always know the road that will lead you home again.”
“A house is made of walls and beams; a home is made with love and dreams.”
“The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.”
“What I love most about my home is who I share it with.”
“Home is wherever you leave everything you love and never question that it will be there when you return.”