The Unexpected Teachings Of The Aftermath Of An Existential Crisis

Home is not just one or the other, home is not just here nor there

Home is everything, everyone and everywhere

Home is when your heart is swollen and full

Home is when any baggage is aged and old, a forgotten relic rightfully so

Home is when there’s nothing but fresh air

Home is a quiet afternoon

Home is a perfect day in the summer sun

Home is when your mind isn’t one million miles per hour on the run

Home is growing and blooming with everything around you, connecting with and loving your environment

Home is when you don’t think, but know that you’ll be okay

Home is the fruition of the hope for better days

Home is when work is play

Home is when the words on the paper are filled with happiness

Home is when that happiness is finally real, and not just not wanting to say

Home is when you know that this love is true

Home is when there’s finally peace in your solitudes

Home is when the grey clouds no longer loom

Home is when the empty, lonely and far stretched sands you once inhabited leads to solid land

See? Home is everything and everywhere

Home is your place in the universe

Home is the peacefulness in that place