I realized that, for me, home isn't a specific spot on a map at all. It’s a feeling. ❤️ This is a place where you can take off all your social masks, put on a funny, stretched-out pair of pajamas, and know that you are loved just as you are. It’s the scent of your favorite food in the kitchen, quiet evening conversations in hushed tones, and the feeling of someone lovingly tucking a blanket around you if you’ve fallen asleep on the sofa while watching a movie 🎬.

You could live in the most luxurious palace in the world and still feel like a stranger. Yet, you could sit in a tiny room and experience absolute happiness, simply because *your* person is by your side. I believe that our true home is the heart of the person who is waiting for us.

What does the word "home" mean to you? Is it the place where you were born, or is it something else entirely?