Home is not a random place.

In my opinion,

home is not just someone's house

Sometimes I want to go home sometimes I want to stay

My Step-mom's mom, my grandma, her home is in gods hands in heaven

My mamaw, her home is somewhere along with gods and goddesses

My Grandpa's, home is in Budha's hands

I don't know what my home is, I don't know what to do or say. Faith flows through my veins of Christianity but I have no problems with people who are in love with the same gender. Not like my grandma who sees them as evil spawns of satin.

I also like the idea of gods and goddesses, the practice Wicca has always been so cool to me, but I find something odd when it comes down to praising the mother nature having all these gods to be known.

Everything to me is new and diverse, Witchcraft and Samhanes compared to Faith and 10 commandments. 

My home is nowhere

I have so many options but all these options leave me terrified I'm choosing wrong and afterlife is something I want to hold

But, I do believe in another world

I do believe in ghost, specters, and demons

But...that is not my home

My home is nowhere....not yet