After I read the prompt, I gave some thought to it. The first thing that comes to my mind is San Francisco, where I currently live and thus where I belong. Then I thought about my times in Santa Cruz, France, and in Yellowstone NP, where I really considered my home too.
So then, I began to wonder what made those places feel like home when in fact, I’ve only lived in some places as short as 2 1/2 months. What was it that drew me into these places to a point I considered them my home?
As I began to look back all the pictures I took, I realized why. Of course, there are so-called “bangers” or “insta-worthy” shots that are really aesthetic and well taken. But the pictures that stopped my thumb from scrolling was the pictures I took with my friends and family who were there, sharing the exact moment in the same place and same time. The things we talked about, the things that we saw and heard, and all the moments we shared together, and the fact that there were people to share those moments with, I think that’s what made each place home to me.
I do not consider myself belonging to any place or a city where I phsically live in. It’s with the people I love and care about that makes each place like home, a place where I belong.
And of course, how can I not mention that my ultimate belongingness and sense of home comes from my heavenly father above, who is constantly watching over me and loving me. That’s where my soul belongs to and that’s where my soul finds home.
This is my: