What is home?
My friend recently spoke of a home or a home sickness within him, a longing he felt for something he wasn’t sure existed even anymore.
I recognise that feeling within myself, a longing for something that feels like it is near me, like I can just reach, it taste it because the feeling is so visceral and emotive, but I don’t know how to get there, or even where it is or what it is.
I don’t know if what Im longing for even exists, or if it is some ancestral memory of place of belonging that my soul once knew and still hungers for.