I want to go home. But where is this place? I feel that it doesn’t exist. It doesn’t actually exist. I cannot resolve being homesick. I could have just bought a ticket and went, but there is no destination. Am I missing the possibility of a place like this? The physical manifestation of a place like this. They say feeling at home is an inner feeling. They clearly haven’t felt what I feel now.
I want there to exist a house where I go and I feel good. The safest place on this planet, where I can fully relax. It belongs to me, it is comfortable, it is beautiful. There are people and animals and plants who I interchange love with. Nowhere is quite like there.
As I travel people tend to ask me — so when are you going back home? And i say — i’m not… There is no such thing. They look at me puzzled. Then I become puzzled. What is so hard to understand? There is no such thing as home…
