My Journey to Home

Empty hallways, No sound, No notifications. A so-called home without that warmth of comfort.“Is this really home ?”. I’ve had many friends, I've been in many communities, I’ve seen many people say they have a home. Yet I've never found my home. Walking forward in life and looking past those who have left me.I wish I could have that warmth again from before. I wonder if I'm looking for nothing. I wonder if I'll find that home which people speak proudly of. Is it all a lie that everyone has a home ? What is my home? I wake up daily and head to school the noise of the students at school, the pitter patter of people walking in and out of class, the loud voices. I used to think this was my home with people which I called dear to me beside me, but in the end I mostly realised that this wasn't home. I realised that I didn’t know my home. When I got to my house that day. I really wondered. ‘What is my home?’ The communities I'm in ? The friends which I call dear ? the family I sit at the dinner table with? I couldn’t think straight so I picked up a book, sat at my table and looked out the window and read. I liked my room. So quiet. So cozy, No worries about people looking at me, No voices. I looked down at my book, I looked at the books I studied ,looked at my room. Then I felt the warmth and coziness. ‘Is this home ?’. I still don’t really know what home is, But if this warmth I feel now is home I would say I found my home. This warmth and safety I feel. This is my home.