I don’t know where this feeling comes from but for a while I thought that the place I was born in doesn’t feel like home. It’s a place. A place to live. Sometimes I do have a sentiment about that place but mostly it’s a place to live and that was starting to bother me a lot these days. But maybe I felt that way because I was just lonely? For that time I was living by myself. And there was a lot of thoughts in my head…
Do you ever think that a place to live is not the same as home?
Or maybe does that make you want to travel? To explore the world. Or maybe it’s just that a home is where your lover is. So wherever is your lovers heart do you feel home?
That certainly makes me wonder a lot.