After being out of the country for almost three months. I started thinking about home. What is home anyway? I moved thirteen times before I graduated high school, so home for me was an ever-changing location.

Certainly place is important when it comes to defining home. It goes along with the food, language, people and culture. Some say, “Home is where the heart is.” But my heart tends to go with me everywhere. No, literally – I would be dead if it didn’t and figuratively. Wherever I am, my heart is occupied with that place.

I know I missed home. So the more I think about it, I’m resolved to say that home is where I decide it is. It certainly helps when it is a comfortable place that fits your personality and desires. But that’s not always the case.

For me, I’m sticking with home being the place I decide is home. Right now, that is my home.


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