Home Is Where?
Thoughts of not fitting in and feeling lost still haunt my mind. Maybe not so much fitting in as I think it’s good to stand out, to have your uniqueness on display. Perhaps it’s more of a belonging of sorts. Inherently, I know I belong, that I have a place on this spinning blue sphere, but maybe it’s what place that is.
The nomadic spirit within me fights to remain in any one place for too long, though I have had the same address, twice, for five years. But in the past few years, it’s as if that spirit has been reawakened with all the moving I’ve had to do and now the peace that has been bubbling to the surface wants to have a little more say over the nomadic spirit. That persona no longer wants to feel that she has to fight against things or people or choices. The battle within is subsiding more and more as I settle into the more peaceful realm of my being.
I know this does not mean that the fight between traveling and exploring versus settling down will magically disappear. At this point, perhaps, it is more of a dance between the two and striking the right balance that appeases both parts of my soul. As I do so, I am working to find that place that feels like home. But is there a “that” place?
They say that home is a feeling and you can create it anywhere. I believe that. For me, I feel at home when I am exploring a new place, meeting new people, tantalizing my senses. Being surrounded by nature feeds the peaceful spirit. Tantalizing my senses satisfies the nomadic spirit who wants to tuck as many experiences and adventures as possible into every corner of my heart and soul. But the peaceful spirit would like to be able to tuck her body within the folds of a man’s arms—a man who understands that delicate dance of her spirit. It feels like that could be the missing piece.
Life’s journey is truly the most interesting one to navigate. I feel my nomadic spirit has served me well, adapting and shifting course—not always effortlessly, mind you, but with more acceptance through the years—allowing life to truly seep into every crevice of my being. So maybe home is everywhere and at the same time, I’m still searching for that one place that is a daily respite in between the nomadic spirit’s callings for its next adventure.
LYF 💖
REFLECTION: When and where do you feel most at home? What are you doing?
40 Weeks of Inspiration: Week 8
