My soul yearns to see the road that would lead me home for my soul is overwhelmed. A day or two in this place I now call home, seeks to embellish a sudden sadness inside my heart that prompts me to isolate myself from the world.

It is not that I want to, but the circumstances cause me to as I am constantly made aware of how different I am from others and how I will never fit in. How then can I trade my uniqueness and toss my integrity to the wind all in the name of being accepted?

 George Moore, once said that “a man travels the world over in search of what he needs, and returns home to find it” because home is not only a place but it is a feeling.

Home is where I cleanse my soul of all negativity. It becomes my shelter from all storms. It is said that “the ache of home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned”. Now I realize that home is where my heart belongs.  Although I am a mile away from home, I always carry it in my heart.