on where the heart is-

i'm beginning to figure out where that is.

i'm learning it can be many places. here, here or there or even here.

like most things in life: home is ever-changing. evolving. electric. 

i would by no means refer to myself as a world traveler yet, but in the past year and a half i have met souls from all over this precious earth- all of which are searching for a place. something or even someone to call home. and through all of this understanding, i am realizing for myself, i don't seek either of said things to fill my home void. i'm still not quite sure it's a void, rather it may simply be. it just lives there in the depths, longing to reach surface. and right now as i write, it is ever so alive. ever so vibrant. pulsating through...that's it. that's where it is:

“The journey itself is my home.” 

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quote: Basho Matsu