I wrote this in response to something written by a friend, and I thought it was worth sharing:
Home is something within you, that belonging and acceptance is something you give to yourself, and you put that home where you want it. To me, home is wherever you go back to center yourself, to reflect, to be peaceful and not have to be defensive. It’s not about places. The house where i live is no more a home than a cardboard box to me.
I always thought i had no home… my favorite way to think of myself is as a rover, as a wanderer, because i scorn the idea of ties. But really, at the end of the day… home is within me, and i take it wherever i go. It took me a long time to realize that. I used to hurt thinking i had no home. When I realized that I AM my home, I was suddenly free to take on the world.