As time goes on it has only become more and more clear to me that home is not just a house, or a place I’ve lived, or a place I’m from, but it is all these places as well as the places between them. The feeling of comfort that is synonymous with feeling “at home” can be found in places of transition, and often loneliness and solitude are sensed in spaces we call “home.” Home can be found in people, places, and things and it is almost always associated with where memories are held. 

“We live high, our love gorges 

on the alcohol we feed it 

and it grows all fat and friendly 

we have surplus if we need it 

we hold on as hard as we can 

our knuckles are white 

we write letters to each other 

invent secrets to confess to 

I learn foreign and exotic terms of 

endearment by which to address you 

we feed fresh fruit to one another 

we stay up all night 

and I am healthy, I am whole 

but I have poor impulse control 

and I want to go home 

but I am home 

we are strong, we are faithful 

we are guardians of a rare thing 

we pay close careful attention 

to the news the morning air brings 

we show great loyalty 

to the hard times we've been through 

We are filled with riches and wonders 

Our loves keeps the things it finds 

and we dance like drunken sailors 

lost at sea, out of our minds 

you find shelter somewhere in me 

I find great comfort in you 

and I keep you safe from harm 

you hold me in your arms 

and I want to go home 

but I am home”

 -Riches and Wonders by John Darnielle of the Mountain Goats