It is said that “home is where the heart is”. However, when I come home to my apartment each night, I still don’t ever feel at home. I feel comfortable here but not “at home.” Though I’ll admit, I feel more at home than at my parent’s place, I’m never at home there; I’m just miserable.
I call Chicago home. I great up here and I love this wonderful city. I do feel lost in it sometimes, but I feel like it’s a part of me. Then again, the part of Chicago that I have always felt at home was Quigley. Which is no suprised that after college, I returned to Quigley right away and now I’ll be returning there in 7 weeks.
There’s another place that I long to go back that I have always consider home. Lourdes, France. It’s beautiful and perfect there. I miss it and long to go back there again. There’s something about that place where I’m just at peace. Now, if only I could that here in the States.
I always long to travel and perhaps due to it, I will always be a nomad; finding places here and there to call home for a short period of time but nothing more. But I just wish I can go home each night and know that I’m at home for once. A place where I’m at peace, happy and just myself. But first, my heart must stop longing and seeking to travel around the world.