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 define it.
Where is home?
Here’s what I’ve come up with:
Home is not a physical place. It’s not defined by material things. It 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. An environment in which I am surrounded by loving friends and family.
If you agree with me, check out this song from Gabrielle Aplin. You’ll enjoy it.
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