Where Is Home.

Where is home? A question I find myself asking more and more as time goes on.

I have a nice house in Washington St. My house looks out on to a forest.

The view is spectacular. Even with all this beauty I feel as if I don't belong here.

I go to work each day and feel as if it were my last day there.

Out here I have not made any real friends. Maybe I have not tried hard enough.

I feel lost, with no place to call home.

They say that Home is in the mind. The place you feel comfortable and safe.

I do feel comfortable and safe and yet I am not home.

If I had the money I would travel and look for the place I need to be.

I do feel a pull to both Ireland and Southern California.

I don't know if I am supposed to be in either place.

All I know is I need to be somewhere.

Someday I hope to find the answers I seek.



What can I say about this.

I moved to Washington for my health. Lungs to be exact.

It has been almost five years and my lungs have healed.

I gave up so much when I came here.

It's time for me to head back to Southern California.

I grew up there.

Most of my friends are still there.
 When I go back I hope I can find some of the answers I an looking for.