So here is the warning: Soon we will be running through the street, tearing off our clothes and ripping our own skin to shreds with our fingernails, howling to the moon and screaming, "Gaia, Gaia, why have you forsaken us?"
Where is my home? Is it contained within bricks and mortar? Is it the country of my birth? Is it the place inside my heart where I feel the most authentic version of myself? Is it none of these or all of the above?