I couldn't figure out the missing piece of me until I was driving home from my childhood home and realized I didn't actually have a home. My childhood home was filled with so many ghosts and a father who couldn't stay sober for the sake of my mother, brother, and me. My home away from home was filled with so much pain that I caused on my own seeing as I was nothing but a train wreck these days. I was missing a sense of warmth in my heart because I had no where to run. But maybe it wasn't about running, maybe I should have made my own home inside my own heart. Maybe my own body and soul would be the only home I could make sure would never crumble.