It dawned on me again recently that I use the word ‘home’ to describe a lot of places: my sister’s apartment in Montreal, my parent’s house in the countryside and my own apartment in LA. It made me wonder about where my real home is and what defines a home.
Here’s what I’ve come up with:
Home is not a physical place. It’s not defined by material things. Home is a space where I feel safe and comfortable, I can let my guard down, and even a place where I feel love and warmth (physical and emotional). Home is a place where I can be me.
If you agree with me, check out this song from Gabrielle Aplin. You’ll enjoy it.