What is home?

[janee]

Home.

Home, like what people have in holiday commercials and movies, with parents and siblings, coffee in the morning and breakfast and tiny arguments. Home where you watch movies together and playfully toss popcorn at each other. Where you find a toy from a decade ago stashed behind an old table.

It’s connections, something that makes you part of your reality. There’s people that know you and love you. Things, pieces of existing that are yours. Even after you are long gone, they still hold your memory. Your family, your items, they hold your ghost.

Janie isn’t sure she has a ghost, or anything that would tie her to just one place or time. Her existence is scattered throughout every when and where, leaving chaos but no sign of existing.

Where would she go, when? Who?

“How can you go home, when you don’t actually belong anywhere?”

We're not in Republic City anymore.

[avatar_state]

She sat, cross-legged, meditating. One day, she'd find a way to reconnect with her past selves. All the previous avatars, stretching back through time. But the meditation itself never hurt. To think just a few years before how bad she'd been at it. So hotheaded, so rash. She'd been tempered. By hard experience, but also by wonderful people.

So she smiled when she felt the breeze stir her hair. It was a reminder, to her, of so much. But then she heard the creaking of a door.

Her eyes opened, and she stood. There weren't any doors here, not out in the wilds beyond Republic City. But there was one, in the face of a boulder near to her, grass swirling in front of it like it had always been there, just a part of the scenery. She stepped forward.

She didn't remember taking hold of the handle. All she remembered was the flash, and then there was...another city. One she didn't recognize, with strange smells, and strange sounds. She turned in a small circle, eyes wide and mouth open.

"How does my life keep on getting stranger?"