Finding a home…

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Birds have means
To take flight
Free to roam
Wherever they choose.

Yet, they stay tethered
To specific places or areas
As if to set down roots
Seeking a sense of belonging.

The feeling of being wanted
Having a place to call home —
Apparently they seek it too,
Even if it’s seasonal.

Home
We all want such a place,
Somewhere to go to recharge
When the world has done us wrong.

But what if where you live
Does not feel like home?
What if when you retreat into your cave
It does not bring you comfort?

What if you long
For a place to call home,
A place to feel safe
But never actually find it?

Then I guess
The only choice one has
It to make a home
Where ever you are —

A temporary haven of sorts.
A coffee shop, a bookstore,
A favorite spot at the park,
Anywhere to savor a few moments alone.

It may not be much
But if it’s special
Then it’s a start.
Life is not perfect!

If we take a moment
We can find a bit of beauty
In the midst of all the chaos.
Even if it’s just for a little while.

If you have your dream home,
Cherish it, for its a gift.
Peace be with you,
As you journey home.

 


Image source: Google images
Contents written: December 13 2015
Edited: September 16 2016
Originally published: September 16 2016
Copyright © 2016 Moylom Enterprises


19 thoughts on “Finding a home…”

      1. How lovely. Date night is an awesome way to keep the fires burning. Enjoy!

        Saturdays are meant to be a rest day for me but alas that only works if munchkin cooperates. She did not do a good job of it today. She actually on timeout now.

        Perhaps I’ll have better luck tmrw. ☺

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  1. I love this! I mean I absolutely love it! I am living proof that what you call home (my growing up) often is not the place that feels like home and you need to either decide to make it feel like home or find somewhere that does. For me it was at my friend’s house. She had four sisters, four of them slept in one room and it was always hard to get space to themselves, but they were all happy. I “adopted” her parents and became their No 4 1/2 daughter in age!

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      1. I ironically went back home about 5 times from the time I was 17 to late 20’s for various reasons. It wasn’t the perfect place but I guess it had it’s pluses. I don’t necessarily like the place we are living in now (we are trying to sell) but wherever my husband and furkids are, I will call home.

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      2. I haven’t been back home since. Not a place that conjures happy memories at the moment.

        Yes we have to make the best of the situation were in and count our blessings. Blessings come in different forms we just have to see and appreciate them.

        Best wishes on your search for someplace new ☺🌷

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