Finding Home

I never knew how to explain it until now: all my life I’ve felt like I was on vacation. Visiting both exquisite and rundown places staying for stretches of time but knew it would soon come to an end because it never felt quite right. Giving up on finding my permanent dwelling I vowed to be a forever wandering soul, refusing to make roots in one place and stay on my never ending travels. But then I stumbled in the doorway of something that felt so familiar, something that intrigued and gave me comfort that I felt before but not in this lifetime. Still nervous of my findings, I took a step back and just peered through the [windows] asking daily, “is my vacation coming to an end?” I feel myself wanting to run back as often as I can; for this place satisfies all of my being and causes my mind to want to recall memories from a previous life spent here because this feels like deja vu. And that’s how I knew I found home. Key not yet cut, door still not open; but that foundation of my home is one that not even all of the natural disasters combined could shake. Built solid and Impenetrable…one day I’m coming to you.