Lost

Sometimes, I think I'm lost.
Sometimes, I have this awful yearning to go home... Whenever I'm lonely, or bored, or scared, this thought just pops into my head. I want to go home.
But other times, I find myself in my own chair, near my own photo frames, next to all of my belongings and this thought just pops into my head. I want to go home.

Funny thing is, I'm already home...

Where does that leave me? If I'm already home and yet I need to go home? Is this not my home? Have I yet to find my home?

Strange thing is, I'll be leaving soon, far far away. Miles and miles away. And I'll be sitting in a new chair, near my own photo frames, next to nearly all of my belongings and then I'll rightfully think, I want to go home.

But I won't be able to...