"you know, it's true. i think we all like to believe that, someday, we'll simply stumble onto the place we can attach the word "home" to... that we'll find a place to belong; to stay. but maybe "home" isn't always discovered; perhaps it isn't the end of a journey - a destination, a building, a point on a map. maybe it cannot be found, no matter how much we search. to some, perhaps, it is - and has always been - within us, rooted in our memories, wrapped around the ones we know, remembered in the ones we've lost. maybe home isn't a place at all, but rather, is found in the life -- and the people -- we (have) love(d)."
permission to sob my heart out?
ReplyDeletebecause this is exactly what i needed and i understand perfectly.
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The pictures are wonderful! I really like them! :)
ReplyDeleteProfound thoughts. For me home is not just one place. I believe it's just as you wrote. Wrapped up in people.... memories and also, when you have a real love affair with life, there's a small piece of your heart that trades places with wherever you visit... you leave a small piece of your heart there and and take a part of that place with you. ❣️
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