where'shome?

often i wonder what it would be like to live in another country
adopt it as home
the fear alone is probably what has kept me at home, in Cape Town!
how else do i explain it?
lately i have had the itch
but truth be told, i'm not sure how badly i want to scratch it
might just end up staying put...
i wander the same streets aimlessly
looking something
for someone, even...
where is this place called home?
it certainly isn't the four walls
in which i sleep at night...
maybe it's this messed up state of mind i am in...
the disappointment of not being able to find that 'thing',
that 'thing', that will put it all in perspective..
maybe there is no 'thing'...
meantime, i need to rebuild my home...
centre my thoughts
and keep my eyes on the prize...