figure out where home is

“I spent years feeling like this, wondering if each new place I went would be the home I was looking for. Then I realized that “home” is not something the universe is supposed to give me, a magical place where I’ll suddenly feel I belong. It’s a commitment I make to a place and to a community. I found a place that didn’t feel like home at first, but I decided to make it my home. Every day that I spend here strengthens my commitment. Every day it becomes a little more like “home”.”

I just came home from Canada about 2 days ago, from LOVE Camp. LOVE camp is 1 week where the organization I am apart of [L.O.V.E Leave Out ViolencE] has all regions of the organization come together in Haliburton, Ontario and spend a week together. This was my second year attending and both years I have come home in tears having to part ways with the amazing people I have met and become family with so quickly. They are one of my homes, but not my only home.
I am also at home with so many of my friends and my amazing boyfriend. It seems that I went from homeless to having more then i could hope for.
all i can think is how lucky am i to have so many things that make it so hard to say good bye, and so amazing to return to.

“home is where your heart is”

its probably one of the cheesiest, most cliche lines ever. but its true. i’ve always believed that your home is with the people/person/thing you love.

i think the biggest mistake people make, when it comes to this topic, is thinking that home is a place. home doesnt involve a location.

“home is not where you rest your head at night, home is where your love can rest”

ive, in a sense, lost my family, my friends, the only one who seemed worth loving. ive lost everything. i dont really have hope for finding what home is to me any more.

maybe one day i can find home on my own, for now at very least, ive lost hope that home exists for me.