Is it really ‘home is where the heart is’? I have to wonder sometimes about this idiom. I know, I believe that a house is just a house, that a home is where your family, your love, your memories are. But it comes a day in everyone’s life when things change, and the heart finds a new place, new beginnings, a new sparkle in life when all of a sudden you come to realize that what you had once considered 'home', it is not anymore. It took me years to learn this. Even after I moved away from my parent’s home and even as I worked on building up my own little nest, I always considered my parent’s home my true home. That’s where my memories and heart resided for as long as I could remember.
Home to me is a very dear place and I have grown to understand that my heart it really lives wherever my physical home is… wherever it may be. And thus, this is home. A home away from everyone we so dearly love, and care for, home in this strange and unfamiliar little town away from the customary and the habitual, time-honored places that represent so much to us, and yet… it is home. My nest, my refuge, my place of rest. I am so delighted to be back to that comfort and warmth… my home.
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