Compass

I’m across the globe from the address I’d label you with, yet there have been times where I’ve felt more “homey” than I did leading up to my departure.

This is because you are not a place, you’re a feeling; made of calm over comfortability, distinction over familiarity, freedoms over regularities. And this feeling can be gifted by a people, a touch, a smell, a sight— meaning it can be found in more than one place, as it’s not bound by location.

I’ve heard it said, “home is where the heart is.” This is very true. I’d also like to add that my heart only goes where it fits (in), not in a social hierarchy sense, but in a belonging, purposeful sense.

Where I am meant to be, you are there. You consistently surround me with peace, rejuvenation, and doses of my true self.

A million dollars wouldn’t be enough to convince me to spend my days away from home; I need no money to stray from my P.O. box.

I’m glad you aren’t a number.

Riley Makenna