It's strange to feel like you have no home, but at the same time I find that, as a result, I can feel at home pretty much everywhere I've been. Perhaps I'm built for a transient life. Perhaps I have yet to find my ultimate home. It's hard to say. I've never been anywhere that I just totally vibed with. Well, that's not true. I have, but it's the most impractical place on earth for me to have fallen in love with. And God knows that one winter in Alaska would likely do that love in.
Maybe the reason that it felt like home was because it was just so...planet earth- the hand of man having barely left its mark on her. Maybe that's what home is to me- somewhere that feels more like mother nature than modern man. Somewhere that feels more whole.