Home

The concept of a "home" has been on my mind lately. I grew up in a big yellow house in Kernersville, North Carolina. That home got sold recently because of my parent's divorce, they both decided to move into a smaller home.
I moved out of the house two years ago to start college...
but I still had a place to go every weekend if I wanted to.

Now, I don't.
Neither one of my parents have a space set up for me in their new houses.
Its me and my apartment.
Its the only place I have to sleep and where I spend most of my time... yet I still don't consider it "home".


I think when you move out of your family's house the concept of home is lost for a very long time. You can move anywhere in the world and be as comfortable as can be...
But until you begin a family of your own and spend ample time in one spot....
there is no "home".


I guess what I'm trying to say is...

I really want a place to call home right now.