Home

Growing up while moving every couple years is tough. I was shy and withdrawn. I never had many or sometimes any friends.  My father was always changing jobs which meant we changed schools a lot.  I always wondered about home. We never lived around family. Relatives came to visit every now and then  and left for far off lands. The stable family living in the same house for decades and growing up near family I had no comprehension.  As I  got older I craved this fantasy of home. 

What is home?  Will I ever have one or ever get there?