Home is where your heart is ... so I've heard!
Whose idiot line is this? I'm thinking, being homesick and all, that I really don't have a home.
Back when I was a teen, I couldn't wait to get as far as I could from 'home' and to this day, I haven't regret any second of that departure.
It's been 6 years now but I haven't made myself a home yet.
Being the selfmade man that I am, I found this pretty odd to be 'homeless' at this point in my life. Some seek comfort through a relationship, other's with work or friends. I for one know that none of these ever came close to satisfaction when it all comes down to feeling safe at home.
So really, is it safe?
I know I should be concentrating on resting but that thinks keeping me awake lately and that's really a drag.
Home is where the heart is ... but what ever happens to those who choose to held their own by keeping their heart cold? Is their any option, salvation of some sort?
Good luck figuring this out y'all...me, I think I have one hell of a ride ahead of me.
Cheers!
Whose idiot line is this? I'm thinking, being homesick and all, that I really don't have a home.
Back when I was a teen, I couldn't wait to get as far as I could from 'home' and to this day, I haven't regret any second of that departure.
It's been 6 years now but I haven't made myself a home yet.
Being the selfmade man that I am, I found this pretty odd to be 'homeless' at this point in my life. Some seek comfort through a relationship, other's with work or friends. I for one know that none of these ever came close to satisfaction when it all comes down to feeling safe at home.
So really, is it safe?
I know I should be concentrating on resting but that thinks keeping me awake lately and that's really a drag.
Home is where the heart is ... but what ever happens to those who choose to held their own by keeping their heart cold? Is their any option, salvation of some sort?
Good luck figuring this out y'all...me, I think I have one hell of a ride ahead of me.
Cheers!
I haven't feel at home in any of my many appartements I had over the years... I don't feel at home at my parents...
Maybe we are our own home. And mine got crashed to the ground so I could rebuild it and make it more solid this time. But in the mean time I'm left vulnerable and looking for a little bit of safty and comforte every where I can.
But then again I'm not really good at writhing deep stuff that makes me look like a mature intellectuel