'I'm like a bird, I'll only fly away. I don't know where my soul is, I don't know where my home is.' -- Nelly Furtado
My friend Draise has been on the move off and on for two years straight, most of that time away from family and old friends. We were talking a couple months back and he asked me if I felt like Massachusetts was home. I said yeah, definitely. My family’s not up here and it’s been a struggle forming the same kind of deep friendships that I’m used to having back in Florida, but it does feel like home. He said he hadn’t felt at home in a long time and it was obviously starting to get to him.
We all know home is where the heart is, but what if your heart's not where you are? The idea of home is a tricky thing. I never even thought about it until I moved out for the first time.