Home?

As of late. I've been doing some traveling. Stepped away from NYC & started dwelling in other place. This place here I don't know. This is a house that has love, unity, & family. Not my family but I envy when I'm around them. This is a place where it's home away from home during this journey of mine. Leaves me questioning about my future, love, & stability. We all want stability, many are willing to live a lie to have that. Yet, I'm not one of them. Home? I know I'm welcomed here but somehow this makes me miss my home instead. Still feel distant around them. Life is good. Life is getting better. Life can be grand. My reflection is taking me in the right direction I believe. One can only hope.

Cheers...