Home?

Hello Universe 268

I moved apartments recently. My family and friends were there with me through the move. I’ve moved apartments before. Each time is unique. Moving out of a place, moving into a new one.

Back in another place, another time, it was my job to help people get a home. It is, as my manager at the time used to say, the second most meaningful decision a person has to take (the first being selecting a partner for life). Each person I saw make this decision told me that they went on to have their own unique experience. Moving out of a place and moving into a new one.

The observations accumulated from these experiences, both mine and of others, are presented in today’s poem.

Alright, poem starts in 3… 2… 1!

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A place of rest and respite true.
A place where all my stuff fits too?
A place where I can think my thoughts,
which can be one of my life's dots.

Which can be some place I can chill,
and stare out of its windowsill.
A place where I can feel my heart,
where I can make all of my art.

What do I mean when I say home?
What is that place? What is that zone?
What is the subject of my search?
Am I a bird? Is it my perch?

Am I a thing? Is it my drawer?
Am I a heart? Is it my lover?
Am I a voice? Is it my song?
Why need a place where to belong?

I think about these thoughts a while
with all my boxes in a pile.
Drink some water, heave a sigh.
Find a seat that's nearby.

Left and up and west and south 
I look around and figure out.
After I've had some time to roam
where I come back? That place is home.

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That’s it. Thanks for reading edition 268 of Hello Universe. I hope you found home somewhere within it.

If you want to talk about what home means to you, I would encourage you to share your thoughts in the comments!

On the way out, here’s a classic.

Ten years since this album dropped. I like the music.

That’s it for this week, see you next Tuesday!