'What is home?' I asked myself over the years. But over the years I learned that home is not a place but mostly a feeling. A feeling that most of the time makes u feel welcomed and comfortable a sense of satisfaction but sometimes also a feeling with a hint of sadness and disappointment in life. "do I actually want to do something in my life?" 'will I ever be someone' I closed my eyes praying that the next morning will be better and different. I felt tired and unwanted in my so called 'home' 'will I eventually find home someday?'