Sometimes, when I'm sitting at home, I get homesick. How is that possible? It isn't that I miss San Francisco. That's not my home anymore. I've made my life here. Isn't this home?
It usually happens when I sit quietly with all my distractions turned off. Maybe I just finished a chapter in a book so my mind is temporarily clear. Or maybe I'm just sitting here staring out the window. Whatever the situation, there's a stillness in the air and silence surrounds me. I get a little disoriented and I feel lost and out of place. Isn't that homesickness? The feeling doesn't last. I usually shake myself out of it. But there's a lingering feeling of longing that can only be squelched by the one of the distractions I've learned to surround myself with.
So what is home? I guess it's not about where I am physically. I'll know I've found home when I can get rid of the distractions and find peace in the silence. I'll feel like I belong. And that's when I'll know I've come home.
Edited to add
Zero7 friggin rocks my socks. Lyrics from "Home":
Take me somewhere we can be alone
Make me somewhere I can call a home
'Cause lately I've been losing my own
Yuk. Why am I such a freaking downer? In other news, because life is all about balance, here is a joke:
Calm down, it's just a joke.