Point on the map

I used to think that home was a point on the map, a city, a street, a country — a place you return to and where you’re supposedly meant to be yourself. But travel and long reflections changed that feeling. Over time, I realized that the sense of home isn’t outside, it lives within — in a state of calm, when you feel comfortable with yourself wherever you are. When you can settle into any place not because it’s familiar, but because you’re at peace with who you are. At that moment, it no longer matters which country you’re in or what language is spoken around you. You simply exist, and that is enough. That’s when the understanding comes: home is not a place, home is a state. And that means home can be anywhere on Earth, or maybe the entire planet — and who knows, perhaps even more.