|Hat at Home|
There is nothing wrong with those other spaces. In the places I have lived that are not home or used to be home but no longer fit, I have people I care about and spaces I love to take part in, but they are not home. I do have a home of sorts that I do not live in yet. I used to think that home was tied to something else or someone else, but it was not. It was tied to me. For the first time in years I felt not like a stranger or an alien, I felt at peace and like I fit.
Our homes will change from time to time. In my childhood I had a home. In my adult life I have had two places that I can think of that I truly called home. They are no longer and I can never go back and that is okay.
I am not at home right now, but I know where home is and I hope to hang my hat there.
If you are home, stay there. Know that what you have centers you and comforts you. Know that the places you used to call home are no longer and that is okay and there does not have to be struggle in that. If you are not home, be patient and find a way. It is a journey worth taking. I have heard the peace and the certainty of one who says, "I am home."