Home Sweet Home

When I think of home, I don’t just think about a house built by bricks from the ground up or a condo decorated by memories and untold stories.

Home to me is not just a person, either.

Most people would say home is where the heart is and there's truth in that statement.

Home is built from love, a place where that familiar warmth enwraps you every time you’re surrounded by it.

Home doesn’t have to be one specific person, place, or thing because one thing is not the only cause of all the love that makes up a home.

Many things makes up a home, it’s the base of everything that matters.

Home gives comfort.

It gives warmth and vulnerability.

It provides a safe haven.

Home provides shelter but it also lends a shoulder to lean on.

Home encourages unity.

It always makes you feel welcome and important.

Being able to find comfort after a long day and being able to unmask and release yourself from restraints can only be done in the comfort of home.

To many people, home can be physically touched or inhabited but to me, home is where unconditional love is the foundation and the treasure.

Home is where you can be yourself without rejection.

It’s acceptance and reassurance, security, and a sense of belonging.

Home can’t be described in any one way but it can be felt.

To me, home is what you make it.