Where?

I don't know where I belong.
So the early conclusion of Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs where humans need the sense of belongingness:
I don't have it.

Lately,
home doesn't feel like home anymore.
It feels like "a free hotel with people you know and free food".
And hostel feels like,...
HOSTEL.

And I'm standing right between two spots,
My feet can't move,
And I'm standing on the grey spot between black and white.
Between hostel and home.
Between here and there.
But my guts telling me I don't belong to both.

So where do I belong?
I'm lost.

cry, cry little child,

all the places and people you know has died,

they say if wishes were horses beggar would ride,

care to hop in my precious little child?