Nested

If you were to ask most people where there home was, you would get a response that would end up being someone's house. It could be there grandmother, mother, or an occasional state would be named.

In my case home is not a specific place.

What is home to me???

That feeling that you get when you are in a room full of people you love and enjoy. The comfort of knowing that these people truly care for you and your well-being as you for them.

Walking down a street, and hearing the music blast from the neighborhood bar. Knowing the names of the coffee house baristas and the Subway workers.

The two chairs that will fold out and serve as comfort while a friend and I sit outside my door, have a few drinks, and simply catch up.

Sitting on the bed with a friend and just chatting.

When even just the thought of these things bring relief to my soul I know that I am doing well. I have been well.

You never know how therapeutic home is until you are away from it for a while. Your soul craves for the comfort so much you physical body starts to break down. This feeling, of withdrawl has let me know that I have chosen well for myself.

Where I am is, where I need to be right now.



Where I have chosen to place my heart at this moment in my life. Is the place that I have nested as my home.