Home Is Where The Heart Is

So this morning, I was driving to college and I was thinking about life, as you do. I stopped at a traffic signal, and while I was waiting for the light to change to green, I looked around and was struck by the foreignness of it all. But at the same time, it was really familiar. Buses covered in advertisements written in a language that I could read passed by me, yet I couldn't quite register what they were trying to say. A sense of not-belonging just hit me. I have been living in this city all my life. I have been driving to college on the same road for the past two months. But everything seemed so foreign. I knew where all the roads led, but they felt new, and different, and weird.
They say "Home is where the heart is." I do not know where my heart is, but I know it's not here. Will I ever get to where my heart is? Will I ever feel like I belong? Will a place ever not feel foreign to me?  Only time will tell.