It's weird
I moved out of my parent's almost 8 months ago
My room was made to be a play room sortly thereafter
That never phased me
It was still mine
Today my parents are finally repainting my room
Painting over the unfinished manic work I had done
My touch-my mark in my space
It is finally hitting me that my room is no longer my room
My parent's is no longer my home
It is just a house
And my room is just a room
Which remains in that house that is no longer my home
Moving away, moving on
My eyes are opening to the reality
I decide where home is
What home means
Why I need home
And when it is time to find home
I now begin my journey
In understanding that
I am my home