To me home is a feeling, not a place.
It's 2 a.m when you're sound asleep and he pulls you in close and kisses the top of your messy hair.
It's 4 p.m after a long, hard day at work when he hugs you and assured you that tomorrow will be better.
It's 11 p.m and you're breaking down but your best friend holds your hand and doesn't let go.
It's 8 a.m and it's that first sip of coffee to start your day.
It's the serenity of a summer sunset.
It's the smell of a rain storm.
It's the love of a family.
It's the embrace of someone who loves you.
Home is not built in a day. It's the little moments, the smells, the sights, the people, the love.
Home is where your heart is, even if your hearts in a million different places at once.
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