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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.