What is home? The word “home” is where someone lives. A home is where they have family. How does that quote go? “Home is where the heart is.” I don’t know what that means. Today I was driving on Williams Field and Lindsay, Heading east towards Higley. I thought of the Pizza place that I’ve never been to. Zella’s, it’s called. Bosa Donuts right across the road, which is also ironically right next to a gym. I thought about all the shops that are on this one street, And then I thought of “home.” The green fields of Wisconsin, Or the desert areas of Mesa, Arizona? I know this city better than I know the town I grew up in. I know the roads, the weather patterns. I know where to find the gas stations And the corner stores. Which parts of town are the “good” parts. Which are the bad parts. But we’re back to the same question. What is home? Because I live here in Arizona, I know the streets and I love the city. But I’m by myself. What is home, Because all my family lives in Wisconsin, And I can’t even remember how to navigate The town I grew up in anymore? What is home, Because my heart is here, with this city, But I find myself missing Wisconsin more than ever?
I find myself wondering more and more why I miss Wisconsin. There is nothing there for me anymore and yet I weep for it sometimes.