F r e e d o m

It's hard to define the happiest moment of my life. I could say it was the time my friends surprised me with presents for my birthday, or the time when my mum came home with a new kitten I had asked for, or even my first time on an aeroplane.

I would be lying though.

The happiest moment of my life - although you could also define it as the saddest - was when I realised that I didn't have a home. No, it wasn't that I lost my house, for I still had one of those, it was that the house I was living in, well, it wasn't my home at all. My home was undefinable. If I found myself at home in a library: so be it. Behind Seljalandsfoss in Iceland? Or maybe even halfway up sólheimajökull? The point is - it didn't matter. I had finally realised why I had been feeling so lost. The forests, lakes and sunsets, the empty streets, fields and roads... Wherever life decided to take me on my journey was where I would call my home.

I felt so free.

It was the happiest moment of my life - standing next to people I didn't like, people whose company I enjoyed, and even some people I loved - realising that I could go anywhere I liked and find a home. A home inside myself or inside someone else. I could take someone all around the world and never look back with homesickness. We could just make a new home for ourselves, maybe even in each other.

It was a powerful experience, but I didn't tell anyone. In fact, this is the first time revealing it at all. But it was the happiest moment of my life, and words can't express the true happiness I felt at that moment.

My only wish is that someday, the place I realised this can become my new home - even if it's only for a little while.