"My home is not a place, it is people."

Lately I have been thinking a lot about the concept of a home. Literally speaking a home is the place where one resides; a roof over your head so to speak. But I feel like home is so much more than that. In these last couple years I have lived in a few different places, yet I have this constant feeling that now matter where I am I lack the feeling of home. When I think of home I think of somewhere no matter where you go in life you know that there is a place you can always go back to, a place that washes away the worries of your every day life. I also believe that home isn't merely physical, but more emotional. Home can also be found within the people you love. There are times when I feel like I don't have a home and that thought alone causes a great deal of heartache. And I wallow in that. But there are other times when I realize that all I really need to feel at home is to be in the precense of the people I care most about. When I am with them I feel whole again, like I can finally be myself and rid those worries that bring my spirit down. Sometimes I take those people for granted, but deep down they mean everything to me. So for now on when I feel lonely or even "homeless" I am going to reflect on the people I have in my life and remember that no matter what I do or where I go they will forever remain my home.