Home is where the heart is.
Home is not where you live but where they understand you.
Where is home? How do you define home? Can you have too many homes? Why is this notion of home so important? Why is the longing for home so deeply rooted in us?
Questions buzzing through my head.
But for now before I figure it all out (and even if I never do) I am grateful for the place I am now and the people who make it worth calling HOME.
"Home is the one place in all this world where hearts are sure of each other. It is the place of confidence. It is the place where we tear off that mask of guarded and suspicious coldness which the world forces us to wear in self-defense, and where we pour out the unreserved communications of full and confiding hearts. It is the spot where expressions of tenderness gush out without any sensation of awkwardness and without any dread of ridicule." ~Frederick W. Robertson
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