galaxy42

I went home for the weekend and it didn't feel like home to me. It never really did anyhow. It's just where the people I love can be found.

The part that bothered me upon my return to Portland is that it doesn't feel like home to me either.

I don't know where I'm going to have to go to find the perfect feeling.

Occasionally, I'm struck with the thought that I might be one of those people that never really feels at home anywhere. I find that unsettling. (ha!) I don't like feeling like one of the doomed/damned. They say home is where the heart is--which, if true, means that this nagging sensation of being in a permanent state of flux will go away if I just find someone I care about to spend my time with. Boy, that's a whole new can of worms that I don't even want to touch. They both seem like two completely unattainable things.
Home.
Love.
No concept of either at the moment...