It’s strange how we always look for a ‘place’ to belong, when most of the time that ‘place’ is usually a person we are looking for, those lasting connections that stick with us for a lifetime. It’s not the place that makes us feel at home, it’s the people or a person who extends us the warmth and love that envelops us to make us feel at home. After all what’s an empty house without its inhabitants who makes it a home. What’s a place to belong without a person who makes it worthwhile a stay there. We all, one way or another are searching for a place to belong. Where we could be us. No questions asked. Plane simple us. No judgment passed. A place meant for us alone, whether it’s a hand that fits perfectly in ours, or a shoulder where our head rests after a day spent apart. Or an embrace whose warmth makes everything alright. A place, somewhere only we know.