Home

Im going to marinate for a bit on a topic that is probably near and dear to alot of nomads hearts....home....

some say home is where the heart is, some say home is where you were born, some say its where you grew up, so i guess to everyone, home has a little different twist...

Recently, for the first time in my life ive started to feel like i dont belong at the home i grew in....traveling around the country and across the world really starts to make you reconsider what home means....recently i found myself walking around town with a friend across the country and i kept saying "Do you want to go home?" or "Im not ready to go home yet" and i realized that this "home" i was referring to was just a house that i had been staying at for 24 hours....and i was calling it home...and it made sense to me....

home to me has become the futon that i stayed on for 5 days or the hotel that i spend 4 nights at or the campground that i spent the weekend in...

i had always considered my home, Marietta, GA.

but now that i am sitting here at my desk in Marietta....i feel like those futons, campgrounds and hotels were just as much my home as my bed right here...

weird.

so ive been thinking about this alot and i guess what ive realized is that

for me, Home really is in your heart

home is the place that you feel comfortable

it is the place that has something that calls you there

and home can change every year, every month, every week

and i think you can have many homes for many different moments

so its so amazing to think about having homes all around the world

thats what traveling does to you