Home Hunting

"What do you yearn for?" I couldn't help but ask myself what a strange question this was.

Right now I seem to yearn for a mug of freshly brewed coffee and a place to put my feet up, last week I yearned for rain to fall and clear up the humidity. 

It was such a broad and open question yet throughout every period of wishful thinking for as long as I can remember I found myself only truly yearning for one thing - home. 

I have never known anything besides these four walls, these streets, and this city in which I reside and yet I have never felt life’s greatest pleasure of belonging. 

How does one yearn for something they have never known? Desire something they have never seen? Hunger for something they’ve never even tasted? For all I know, home could be a scent, a flavour, or a person whilst I walk around blinded by my desperation, fondling around in the dark looking for yet another piece of architecture. 

For now, I tell myself the only home I need is myself, maybe she will turn out to be slightly easier to find.