A Plane of Two Tales

Home is an elaborate interaction between nostalgia and excitement.

In physical form it remains the same, but as I molt tattered habits,

I see it with new perspective.

A place that is so familiar, yet with every return it feels so new.

Home is freeing, but also confining.

Homecomings are warm and inviting,

Goodbyes are ambiguous.

When I’m home, I fall into my teenage habits, stuck, but with double the curiosity; the universe opens.

I feel like a child at heart and an old soul in my thoughts;

A feeling like what I’ve accomplished has come full circle.

I don’t particularly know what that means, but what I do know is that home is what gives life context; a reference point.

Uncertain in what I'm doing in life, home reminds me of what I want.

Home is a thread of memories and new endeavours strung together.

Home is a state of being.

Home is to bring clarity.

Home is to be free, wherever that may be.