The How and The Why

As a young child, I was always able to describe my home in a matter of seconds; every child can. Your home is your house on 42nd street where your family resides, and your dog, Charlie, takes naps on the front lawn. That’s easy enough to understand. Home is where you are safe and happy, another easy concept to grasp.

 Now that I’m older, home is a little more difficult to describe. My parent’s house will always be considered home, but new experiences have lead me to believe that, maybe, home isn’t just a place. The definition of home remains the same: safe and happy, but it is not limited to a physical location. I believe that home is a feeling, memory or for some people, a mood.

 Home can be associated with many things. Perhaps, the taste of earl grey tea, the chorus of one of Aerosmith’s greatest hits, a lover’s arms or the smell of lavender. Do you ever go somewhere or feel a certain way, as if you immediately feel complete and a sense of belonging washes over you?

Mornin’