What is home?
Some say it is where the heart is. Others...where family come together. Or where the walls and ceiling that protect you from the outside elements. The list goes on.
What if they are all right? I have not found home in a long time. I will be moving yet again soon. Still that place will not be home, but I will be much closer.
To me...home is where the heart is, where the family come together, where the walls and ceiling protect me from the outside elements, where parties can be thrown to share happiness, where I can rest my weary feet after a long day.
I have lived in places that was the home of others and bless their hearts, they wanted it to be my home. But I also think home is where stress stays out of the door. Where you feel as though it belongs to you and you to it.
Irony is that when I travel to the mountains, once I find a spot to sit and take pen to hand...I feel at home, more so then in any structure.
I guess they 'are' all right but primarily....where the heart is would be first on the list.
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