We all seek it, but few of us ever find it.
Where is it? For a few, or perhaps many of us, does it even exist? What is it, really?
Where we are, or where we want to go? Where we stay, or where we left? A lifetime left behind, or the memories to come?
But what if, you've never stayed in one place long enough to ever call it home?
You're moved and shaken by circumstances not of your own doing, uprooted just as you're finding your feet, your place, your way in the microcosm of your surrounds.
You feel no sense of loyalty to any one place. You're a drifter, so to speak.
When people ask where you're from, you don't know how to respond.
You never loved the place you left. Yet you simply couldn't like where you arrived. So you look to different shores, but wonder if you'll find what you're looking for.
Then again, how can you find what you're looking for, when you don't know what it is that you're looking for?
When you've never experienced it? When you've never known it?
The one constant in an ever-changing world. A comfort found nowhere else. An asylum in times of crisis. A strength amidst fragility. A warmth in the cold. A light in the darkness.
A place you belong.