I’ve come to learn that it is not a specific, immovable location.
Home is the conversations I have. It is the people I am surrounded by. It is laughing until I ache. It is an empty field on a quiet afternoon. It is a mountain top at sunset.
Home is a person, place, feeling, sound, an image. It is an hour, a day, a month.
Home is the place where my soul expands and says “Yes…Here.”