Recently I took a trip,
the destination: my homeland.
Such a strange concept,
For when I got there it felt
italic foreign. italic
Growing up an ocean away gave me a new culture.
A new perspective.
A new language.
A way of life different from my relatives.
It may be my homeland.
But it is not my home.
So where is home?
Where your family is?
Where you grew up?
Where your heart is?
It may be all of these things.
But I know home is where you feel greeted,
like an old friend.
Where each breath is fresh.
Where you feel at peace.
Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 5:09 PM UTC
Recently I took a trip,
the destination: my homeland.
Such a strange concept,
For when I got there it felt
italic foreign. italic
Growing up an ocean away gave me a new culture.
A new perspective.
A new language.
A way of life different from my relatives.
It may be my homeland.
But it is not my home.
So where is home?
Where your family is?
Where you grew up?
Where your heart is?
It may be all of these things.
But I know home is where you feel greeted,
like an old friend.
Where each breath is fresh.
Where you feel at peace.