Home is where the heart is.
And a lot of people might say their heart, is in their childhood home, is someone they call home or whatever they believe is their home.
My home is my heart, and my heart is my home.
I am my own home.
And my home is wherever I am, my heart is where I am.
I could get lost in the world and still feel as though I am not lost, but the expansion of where my home is grows. And my family grows as well as I go.
In this world, I could be anywhere and I am home.
A house is a place of memories.
A person appears in memories.
But when I analyse myself, all those same people, memories, and such are within me and never really gone no matter where I go.
