My Soul Is Yearning for the Simplicity of My Childhood Home

I crave the community I once had

Photo by Zak Boca on Unsplash

I’m rudderless and drifting with no place to call home. Because home is more than just mortar and bricks; it’s a place where we feel welcome. Somewhere we belong. Air that emanates acceptance irrespective of the mould from which we are cut.