Spaces and Places

On home. How is it that you can travel the whole world, and still not find home? Isn't it just a small enclosed space where you rest and exist? Somehow, this simple endeavor is the challenge of a life time. Some people have a really clear and defined idea of what and where home is. I am always jealous of those people. For me, I keep rolling from this place to that and while some feel much more like home than others, there is NEVER any clear idea. I once shared a one bedroom apartment with a great friend for a year, and to me, my defining concept of what home is has become that apartment. There's always the tiniest drop of murky hope, that it might be possible again; and of course the overwhelming fear of the reality, that it's not.