.Travel.

At the end of a trip to another city, state, or country, someone always has the thought, "It would be nice to move there." At some point visiting the same place and people, they become your home not by the act of repetition, by the feeling that comes along with each visit. Now visiting a place over and over does not mean it should become your home. Home can be more than a place, home can be a heart, home is the warm place where everything feels just right, the world around you seems to melt away, the feeling of truly having a purpose a reason for wanting to be "home." Home is a feeling not just a place to go to bed at night, to watch a movie, to read a book, to eat dinner at a table. As much as traveling consumes my thoughts, home takes presidence always, and it always has. My heart longs for home, it longs for peace of mind, it longs for that feeling I spoke of where everything else melts away. Living & visiting are two different things, it is the investment in the heart of mine that was finally at peace, that understood finally what home truly meant.