"Home" even as Webster defines it could be one of many things:
In the most basic sense of the word I'd gravitate towards option number four, my home being Wisconsin, the place I came from and will always have a desire or obligation to return to. Since leaving that home though, I've discovered that this simple four letter word can symbolize such vast different worlds for each person who utters it.
Home, we know, is not just the place where you happen to be born. It's the place where you become yourself. ~ Pico Iyer
I've been back in the US for about two weeks and while there are many forms of reverse culture shock I'm going through, nothing is more in-my-face than the abundance of connectedness. Everything revolves around technology, and I mean e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g. I'm 28 and should be excited about all these advancements, no? But instaed I find myself wishing I could escape to a remote island and avoid it all. It's hard to avoid though, almost impossible really, and I admit it I'm getting swept right in.
Emptying my Head
I'm an overthinker, my brain is always on overdrive. Sometimes the thoughts are pertinant to life, and other times they're just a trove of wonder. They're usually about, related to or in memory of travel. When they're good I like to share.