what is home to me?
A question I’ve always struggled with.
A question that have endless answers.
A question that mean so many things to so many different people. I just hope my home resonates with yours.
I use to think home was a house fill with family. Father on one side with a mother on the other, siblings getting along, and dogs running through the yard without a care in the world. That might be home for others, but home is so much more than that.
To me, home is where I can get lost looking into the night sky and just the very sight of it makes me feel as if I am on another planet.
Home is when I sit outside underneath the car porch on a rainy day and just listen to how the water falls against the windows of my house.
Home is the safety I feel when I’m wrapped in the arms of someone I cherish most.
It’s the sensation that runs through every fiber in my body when I see my love ones.
Home, a four letter word with endless meanings, yet it’s a feeling we all carry inside of us.
Home is who we are.