San Diego 241

Someday id like to feel at home again. This place, I don’t know; the whereabouts are as a mystery to me as they are to you but someday id like to go there. There would be this blissful feeling of familiarity and a warm sense of welcoming in everything I saw. People would greet me with love and warmth. I would be reminded of the length of my absence and the thousands of miles I've wandered in those restless years... They would stop me to tell me I had been missed and that life is better now that I’ve returned. Summer would come to this place of welcoming, I call home. The sun would shine bright and the air would blow cool with salt water as it does this time of year. At night I wander the streets of my hometown. These are streets that I had thought about thousands of miles away and now I was here as I should be. The palm trees welcome me and I look up at the moon and remember seeing it as I see it now in countries all over the world. As I restlessly journeyed for decades never remembering it looking the same as when I looked up at the moon in my hometown.