I’ve been thinking a lot about my definition of “home” lately. To be honest, I still haven’t really figured it out. But I’ve just been so torn between where I am right now and where I think I’d like to be – literally and figuratively – that I’m trying to determine where home is.

Home is familiar. It’s where you feel safe and comfortable and understood. It’s where you feel loved. Moreover, I think it’s where you can fully express your love back. It doesn’t have to be a physical space; it can be a person, an activity, maybe some ridiculous idea you have. It’s something you can rely on when you’re distressed. This much I can put together. read more