“Is she aware of the pathway home?” ~Bella
The place I call home has changed drastically over the last five years. Flood waters rose and receded. Families uprooted and left. The homes left over are remnants, shells of what used to be. But they still have stories to tell.
I wonder what our house will look like if we ever leave. Will an outsider look upon it and see the memories imprinted on its walls, its exterior, the patches of grass? Will I ever truly feel at home if I’m not in this house?
What I know is that home is the temple, home is the soul. Wherever I go, I am already home. There is a pathway home. I reside there. I am there.