They say "Home is where your heart is". When I close my eyes and try to imagine where home is I think is it a city? A person? My life has been a long search for a home.

There was once a person I called home just like a city. A person I could explore, learn about, and walk around in, just like a city. A person to come back to when I felt a longing, just like a city. A person your find comfort in just like a city.

When the time comes for this person to leave, I must gather my belongings and move. I am no longer welcome in this city. Many emotions are triggered when losing a home but most of all I feel rage. Rage to get rid of all signs of home in this city and burn it to the ground. I can stay and watch it burn but my heart cant stand the sight. I have to let go.

I am now a nomad. I am homeless.