They say home is where the heart is.
I think home is where your heart realizes who you truly are. It is where your heart is reminded of where you came from and what made you the person you are today. More importantly, to me, home reminds me of where I want to go. It is the gentle reminder in the air that I breathe in; the air I can or cannot live without. Home reorients my heart in a direction that carries forward the heritage of the home my being is rooted in all the while furthering the legacies that exist within me. Home addresses my confusion, providing clarity that can only be attributed to the aging decor that knows me better than I know myself. The decor that kept an eye over me for years before I left home, only to return to be reminded of what was, who I am, where I want to go, and what I can or cannot leave behind.
Home is wherever I will go because it is housed inside me.