Home is where the heart is!

Sometimes you have this sudden gush of emotion and you let it all out unable to single out one solid reason! I maybe really strong and a very well balanced human being but sometimes my tears happen to keep flowing; thats when I miss my reasoning the most. When all fails, home is the only thing that keeps you going. Home doesnt have to be a physical walled structure. People make a home. Comfort is the implication of a home. I need to find that optimum comfort zone to compare it with the happiness home gives me. Whether its in the work I do for a living, whether it is with the person I choose to spend the rest of my life with. Till I dont see my self being lost in the aura around it, I dont think I can be happy. As simple as I seem the more complicated it seems to others! My words defy me when I need them the most. One would think they come easiest to a person who writes with such passion.

My home is where my heart is..and my heart seems to be wandering in search of a home!