Home is not as much a structure as it is place.

I have been thousands of miles away from where my home was and have been just as much at home as if I were sleeping in my own bed.

I have gone places, where there was absolutely no one that I knew there or who knew me.

At times, I have been with people who have known me my entire life who actually knew less about me than the next stranger that I might have met on any street.

As I crest the pinnacle of my life, I am finding home to be where I make it.

I am also finding that strangers can be as close as kin.

I am finding myself.

Where I Found Myself©
EdwinBrown9®™
3/29/15