My home

I've moved around a lot.

California.

Indiana.

Utah.

Well, maybe not so many places, but all kinds of different spaces!

And I've brought my kids along with me.

You know what I learned???

Home is what you make it, it's people you love, and stuff you love, and that's all you need.

It doesn't matter if you're in a huge house on five acres, or a tiny apartment you can hardly breathe in, or sharing space with your mother, or your best friend.

I know what home is when I'm there.

It's not a place, it's a feeling, a memory of good times and good people.



It's where you are most comfortable. Sometimes, it's only in your mind (of course then you never have to leave home!)



Home is but a beautiful memory.