Home is not a House

Home is not a house. Nor an apartment, Nor a school, Nor a playground. Home is not a building. It’s not made of bricks. It’s not made of wood. It’s not made of stone. Home is not even a place. You can’t exactly drive there in a car. Or get there with an airplane. Not even sail there in a boat. Home is not an object. It’s not like a shoe. Or a banana. Home is something different. But what is it? Home is not a house. Home is not a building. Home is not even a place. Home is not an object. Home is a feeling. A warm, happy feeling. A feeling that makes you feel like you belong. A feeling created by those around you. Those who make you feel at home. Home is not a house.