Where am I from?
A question I continuously ponder.
Is it where I was born?
Is it where I’ve lived the longest?
Is it where my family resides after retirement?
I never know how to answer the question.
Will I ever be able to find a definite answer to that question?
Will I find a place that makes me say I’m from there?
That’s military life, I guess.
Regardless of where I’m from, I’ll always have a home.
A home where I feel happy.
A home where I feel loved.
A home where I feel safe.
Home isn't where you're from.
Home is where the heart is.
Where my family is.
And that will never, ever change.