British Columbia, Canada
"But all roads lead to where we go
And where we go is where we've been,
So home is just a word we know,
That space in time most apropos
For where we want to be again.
For even home, it seems to me,
Is still a choice we all must face
From day to day and endlessly,
To choose if home is going to be
Another road - or just a place."
I have always felt like a sort of snail really, and find I am at home anywhere that my family is there or at least close by.
I loved Becka's comment on this thread, and I sure hope she gets home too. Beautiful poem Ron, really heartfelt.