A Love Letter to my Home
Dear Home Sweet Home of Mine, It’s true what they say, you’re not like the other homes. You have no roof to protect my head, no fire to warm my feet on wintry nights, no doorbell. You don’t have that list of numbers and letters that so many homes do. No address, no area code. Many who can’t see your four walls may guess that you don’t exist. For a while I wondered about this possibiilty too. Having never lived in one house for more than 4 years, did I have a home? If I did, where was it? What did it look like? What did it smell like? Was it hidden? What the others do not know, what I discovered is that you, unlike the other homes, do not have four walls, because you are a shapeshifter. A shapeshifter, that’s right. You truly are a marvel! You are not a location, or a person, a city, or even an entire country. While you can take the form of any of these things, for a time or in a given place, you are encompassed by none of them. When I came to the realization