by Tanvi Patel


I want to go home.

It’s what you say the the end of a long day. 

It’s what you say when the social circumstances of your immediate environment make you feel uncomfortable. 

I want to go home.

What a child says staying over at a friend’s house for the first time. 

What a college student says eating ramen for the fifth time. 

I want to go home I said. 

I wanted to go home but then I realized that I didn’t even know where home was. 

Is it where you currently live, is it around people you think you love, is it an intangible feeling.

It scared me when my friend asked “what feels like home?” Then I panicked because I didn’t know, nothing came up. 

Home, where you’re supposed to feel safe, as I’ve heard but I wish the dwelling I reside in resembled anything even remotely close to safe. 

Invaded in my own home and I wonder where home is now. Floating from dorm to dorm, from friend to friend I can’t find home and so why do I want to go home so bad. 

Where is home when you don’t belong in the four walls you call your house.