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Home

Such a simple word. Yet it evokes an immediate feeling. From anyone. From everyone.

Home.

When you are younger, it’s a fairly simple concept for most. It’s where you live. You go to school and then you go

Home.

As you grow, so does its meaning. The parents move. You move. It’s not just  a geographical location…but one tied with emotion.

Home.

The place where I feel comfort. At ease. But that’s not always true either is it? There are plenty of people who don’t feel comfort at all and they still call that place

Home.

Maybe it’s where I feel the most me. Or maybe it’s where I can go back to feel like the me I used to be. Which is comforting. Sometimes.

Home.

It’s becoming more complicated. Is it less about the feeling and more about the people?

Home.

Where family is. But family isn’t always where I am…and yet I can still feel at

Home.

Friends. Friend who feel like family. Or just feel safe. That’s it. Safety. Maybe safety is

Home.

But then it’s not a place at all. It’s back to a feeling. A sense. A sense of what? How do you describe a “sense of”

Home.

To me it meant one thing before and an entirely new thing now.

Home.

It’s not just the country. The state. The city. The house. The people. Those change. They always change. So what is the part that stays. Is there anything consistent about

Home.

It’s unbound. It can be anywhere. It can mean anything. Actually, when I really stop to think about it, the only consistency is

Me.

It’s me. I’m home. Where I am. Who I am. What I am. I’m home.

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