I have no home to go back to and today is my birthday
Today marks my birthday, but it feels markedly different from any other. The usual excitement and joy are replaced with a profound sense of emptiness. I find myself in a place I’ve never called home, a city far from the one where I once had roots and cherished memories. The absence of a place to return to, a place that holds the echoes of laughter and the warmth of familiarity, makes this birthday a poignant reminder of what I’ve lost.
Without the comfort of a home, this birthday is a stark reminder of my solitude. It’s as though I’m adrift in a sea of strangers, each face unfamiliar and each street a maze of uncertainty. The once comforting idea of home—where celebrations were shared with loved ones and where the sense of belonging was palpable—is now a distant memory, replaced by the cold reality of my current circumstances.
Yet, amidst the solitude, there is a flicker of hope. Perhaps today is not just a day of reflection on what has been lost, but also an opportunity to forge new connections and create a new sense of belonging. Despite the challenges, there’s a quiet strength in starting anew, in building a new home from the fragments of yesterday.
I have no home to go back
So, as I mark this birthday without a home to go back to, I am learning to embrace the uncertainty and find solace in the journey ahead. Each step forward is a step towards a new beginning, and perhaps, in time, I will discover that home is not merely a place, but a feeling that can be nurtured and found again, even in the most unexpected of places.
