What is home? Home is the place where you feel most safe and comfortable. It welcomes you when the world has defeated you. Whatever happens, it opens its arms and wraps you with it until you fall asleep. Home is like a lullaby. Home is where your heart is.

I am in my childhood home now for Christmas. But somehow it’s no longer my home. It no longer comforts me. It’s a bit stifling now, to be honest. It’s nice to go back to it but I feel boxed in. Like it doesn’t allow me to grow up.

I just realized that the home I have now, that small old apartment, is home. With all the quirks that come with an old building, the happy and sad memories, the cats, my soft bed…it sings me to sleep. It welcomes my tired heart. It envelopes me. It is mine.