Far from home

A man stopped his wandering in the middle of the day, forced to think and... after a long paused -of not even visiting back the initial thought that started this, realized now he's in a decent hotel with a distinct setting that puts a Mac available to use in the lobby, far from home on a cool rainy night in a big city dubbed as the capital of the east, having had his tasty dinner just trying to pour out some of his thoughts here.

..and after years of putting this thought off, he finally opened it up and started to type again. 

Home for many in general is a place, a physical place, an address. It usually takes many years in the bag when one finally moves away from defining it as a place to a person/s. Love ones, parents, partners, lovers. You can live anywhere in the world and call it home as long as "home" is with you. So the trick is then to carefully entitled a person/s with that comfy place of a word. Who can be worthy and is honored enough to be one's home?

Who will you call home? Who will you always go back to? Is he/she right now near or far? 

Always take home with you, they say,
wherever you go that you are never out of place.

For the lucky few who has found home, and gets to keep and take wherever you go. 

Will you be home?

W. S. 

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If you haven't, do hear this: Gamper & Dadoni - Far From Home