Home. What do you imagine? A building? A house? A bedroom, a kitchen, closets? A backyard with swings and a slide?
Home. The word itself says comfort. Belonging. Home. It’s where you belong, a place of your own. But it’s more than a place. Home is a state of being. Where is home? Where is this elusive, solid comfort in belonging?
I think I’ve finally found it.
Go forth, and find home.