I search for it like it’s the treasure I lost.

I yearn for it because I've had a taste and I want more.

I want all.

I thirst for it, hunger for it because I know that where I find freedom, there I will find myself.

Freedom can be a place, like it was for me in S. Korea. Freedom there meant being on my own with no one to answer to but myself. My own well being, be it mental or physical was up to my own care. Every decision I made, every choice I gave myself, I had to consider nothing except what I want and what I needed. No need to worry about what people think, or if anything I do will have any influence on people I care about. My failures were my own. My fear was my own. My sadness, my tears, were my own. My joy was my own. My victories, my small steps towards growth were my own. My feelings were mine and mine only.

But I know freedom can be a person. Freedom can be home. And so, I am still searching, still looking and still wondering if freedom is you.

Because freedom to me is simply a place I can belong to.