home is where the heart is right? then i feel like i’m home all the time.
not home home, but home in the sense of a place of contentment with a twinge of pining, seeking, and a dash of yearning. all in a nice jostling balance of course.
we’re always so worried about the tenuous nature of things and situations all the time. how will it work out? when is the right time for (fill in the blank)? perhaps it’s completely fine to feel a semblance of control over those things without actually having it. perhaps it is more interesting that way.
you’ll always have a home. you’ll always have a curiosity. why not shift focus when you feel unsure, and see what serendipity you can find out there in the world.
i bet it’s gonna be some weird funny lovely interesting beautiful strange wonderful.