Lucky are the ones who find a home away from their own. A home that is beyond the four walls of a house where a family resides. A dear sweet spot on top of a hill, or by the sea, in a friend/ companion or maybe even within yourself.
Lucky are those who know this:
Home is where the mountains stand tall.
Home is where the waves rise and fall.
Home is where the heart is.
Home is where you are.
We leave home and wander to find ourselves. But isn't it home that we really find? They say the best journey takes you home. Perhaps the best journey houses the home within. Slowly but surely I have found home in every new place, every new city I went even if the stay turned out to be bittersweet sometimes.
But then, there's another home . A place where everything began. A place you go when you run out of homes. The thing about this home is that it feels good to leave and it feels even better to come back each time. And you come back-
through the dark of the forests,
through the long and windy shores, through the narrow curvy roads,
through the ache of a broken heart,
through the highs and ofcourse the lows,
to the dearest sweetest spot of them all - your HOME :)
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