Home.

*The image below, is in fact my image. I liked how it came out after I played around with filters and inverted the colors. It's not my house though. It's a house at the Longwood Gardens...I  believe it was Pierre DuPont's house or something like that. Don't quote me on that though.

We all have a place called "home". What is "home" though? Lately, I haven't figured out where home really is. I feel as though I no longer really belong anywhere. 

I mean, I could say, "I'm going back home." whenever I am going back to visit my family (whether it's here in USA or in Romania), but I don't consider it "home" anymore... It has become just a place I can visit when I'm away from college. 

Even when I'm at "home" at college (my apartment), it doesn't feel like home. I live with two strangers, basically. I'm not close with either housemate... (okay, so maybe I'm closer with one than I am with the other, and I'd care if anything bad happened to them). 

So where is this place called "home"? I haven't figured that out yet, and probably won't for a while. If I ever do, maybe I'll let everyone know. Until then.... I'll be "home"less.