It seems like a simple concept, right?
And yet, for the past several months, it has continued to elude me.
Actually, I only started actively thinking about it in the past few months. I suppose it has weighed on my mind for almost all my life.
As social beings, humans are forever cursed to seek somewhere they belong. I have been seeking for as long as remember.
And it has been a struggle. I could never relate to people, never connect with them. I could never feel at home.
I will accept that I have been lucky to have been surrounded by many people who love me, and a few who might even understand me. I wonder how many people are afforded that luxury. And yet, I always struggled to find somewhere I belong.
And after several months since the stark realisation that I have no home, I have only now begun to understand what I need to do.
I cannot find somewhere I belong because that place does not exist.
Time has come for me to build a home.
This is a place where I don’t feel alone.
This is a place where I feel at home.
— The Cinematic Orchestra, To Build A Home