If you could live anywhere, where would it be? asks the prompt for today on NaBloPoMo.
Yes, I’d love to have a home on the beach and another one in the hills. But most of all, the place I long to be is home. Actually, home is not really a ‘place’ for me. I’ve had too many moves growing up to identity home with a house. Home, for me, is a place I can be myself in. I’m grateful that I am home.
“The ache for home lives in all of us. The safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.”
― Maya Angelou, All God’s Children Need Traveling Shoes