Where is Home?

Where is home? Where does one belong? This may be a simple question to answer for those who have lived in the same place all their lives. But what about those of us who have hopped, skipped and jumped to new places looking for new adventures? Where is home for those who have chosen to wander?

For some, home is what they have built for themselves. Some say that home is where the memories are. Some say home is where you can be at peace.

I think, home is where you want to return to when you are lost in this maze of a world. Home is not a place. Home is where someone is waiting for you. Home is the warm, fuzzy feeling of acceptance. Home is the familiar comfort of a loved one's bear hug.

Khyati.