Home isn’t a physical building.
The building we live in is simply a place of residence.
Where we collect unnecessary items.
To create a place of temporary comfort.
Through aesthetic placement.
Until we get bored and want to change those physical things.
The decor.
The furniture.
The ornaments.
The chattels.
The replaceable things.
Home is much more than that.
It has significance.
It has meaning.
It is so so much more.
It’s connection.
It’s safety.
It’s sharing.
It’s bond.
It’s emotion.
It’s mistakes.
It’s annoyance.
It’s frustration.
It’s learning.
It’s discussion.
It’s forgiveness.
It’s negotiation.
It’s awareness.
It’s compassion.
It’s desire.
It’s need.
Home is found in the arms or presence of another.
Home is found in what you share with another.
As well as what you emotionally build with them.
But what explains it best?
To me it’s a simple statement that says so much.
It’s becoming her favourite place to go.
Whether she has had a bad day or a good one…
