The Elusive Idea of Home, Revisited

Some people believe that there are no coincidences. They connect seemingly unrelated events, conversations, and experiences, deciding that the universe or whatever higher power they believe in is trying to tell them something. I do not know if I believe that in every situation, but I might be willing to believe it this time. Over the past few weeks, I have been having conversation after conversation about home. It has come up in discussions about identity and belonging with friends and acquaintances, as well as in the things I have been reading and writing. We always seem to circle back to what home means, where it is, and whether it is a place, a feeling, a person, or something else entirely. After getting into yet another conversation about home this week, I decided it was finally time to finish this draft, which has existed in different scraps in my notes app for well over a year. Before we go any further, I beseech you to put on Home by Machine Gun Kelly & co. If you cannot listen…