Everyone has a place they want to go.

They think about this place as if it would be so perfect.

But is this place a reality or just a longing for somewhere to call home?

This place we think of is unique for each individual.

It is a place of wonder and greatness.

I feel the longingness in my life.

It is as if I should be in that place we call home right now.

It is a nice place, I just don’t know what it is.

I feel the presence, but don’t know how to get there.

I can picture it in my brain, but just can’t quite put it into words.

Everyone wants to be there—or maybe our home is already found.

For me I can feel the cold, crisp air slashing my cheek.

It feels mountainous with much to explore.

It also feels like I miss something, like I should be there right now.

I can picture a calm setting with a thrilling piece to pull it together.

This place that I would do anything to call home would never be perfect.

The sights wouldn’t be as breathtaking as the first time.

Maybe this place isn’t even real.

But even if I could never call this place home, it feels like I need to chase after it.

It is a place I could call home.