Home for me is not the place where I sleep, nor is it the place I visit once every few months where I grew up. Home is a place I have learned to find love for myself, and warmth in the air. A place where memories last a life time, and is a whole plane ride away. This place is only home with the right people at the right times, allowing thoughts from others into my life only when needed, and a place to guide me back to other memories and childhood. What makes it home is the light that goes into my eyes, the magical words it makes spill from my lips, the drops, lifts, and sharp turns it allows me to make, and the new memories it allows me to create, but I will not share this place. Home for me is where I am happiest, where I can be myself, where no judgement is released, and where smiles are widened.
Life brings us to unexpected places, love brings us home. – Unknown
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