A Place for Each

I love snow not just in a dream like most Filipinos, but the real snow which was part of the 3 most precious and meaningful years I had in Canada. Lately I had been missing snow stronger than before that my heart aches whenever I see pictures of it. I tried to think of why I am missing snow so much and found something that I guess is real to all.

Each of us has a place in this world. A place not just where we want to live, but a place our heart finds peace. A place where we are comfortable to take root. A place our hearts long for like for no other place. A place that we can call home and a place where we can freely be ourselves. the nth time

For quite sometime now, a long time in fact, I have been feeling uneasy because I think I have not reached that place yet. Everything where I am now is not final. A lot of the people of my age already are settled and have families of their own, but not for me. I have not taken root yet at my age because I still am waiting for so long to be at the place I believe where I can be "home". I know this would sound unpatriotic to some, but yes I believe there is a place for each us.