To be home. No. 49

Home to me is where I can be myself without consequences. The ocean and coast are my home, as is my actual house. As is that outdoor amphitheater beyond cox, as is my grandmothers house, as is Claudias house, as is the dock at my high school, as is in the front seat of someone's car when the windows down and the music is playing.


Home isn't a place. It's not a person. It's where you are at peace. I'm only at peace when I feel like myself, and that is never something to take for granted.