We change cities, countries, apartments. Sometimes by force, sometimes by our own free will. At first, each new place seems alien, but gradually we fill it with memories, favorite things and loved ones. That's when the realization comes: home is not a geographical point on the map, but a state of mind.
The heart can become attached not to walls, but to people with whom we feel good. This can be family, friends or even random fellow travelers with whom we shared important moments. They are the ones who create an atmosphere where you feel truly at home. Sometimes a person goes far away, but warm memories of childhood, family traditions and dear people continue to live in him. They warm us in difficult times and make any place cozy. At such moments you understand: home is not a place, but people and feelings that we carry within ourselves. So, wherever life takes us, our home is always where our heart beats. Marina.