If home is where the heart is, then my home is scattered.
Uneven chunks of home, found all over.
A big part where my mum is
A section in my home town
A portion with my university family
Pieces scattered over England, with my dear friends
A sliver in India, with all those wonderful people I met
A molecule in every country I’ve visited
And a section left in my chest

One day I’ll have a base
A house and a place of my own
A place to settle
For the time being
Until the seasons change

What a wonderful privilege, to have so many homes
I know that the list will only lengthen
My heart stretching more and more
Thats the goal, anyway

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