Home in a Nutshell

Home. It can be a place. It can be people. Of course, there are fights, serious ones. But there’s appreciation, too. And, sure, there may be chaos, at times, but isn’t that what family is all about? Besides, we still hold the same trust in each other. Trust that can shatter like glass, but can be regained almost as easily. There’s laughter until tears fall from your eyes, and smiles until your cheeks are sore. But sometimes the tears are of sorrow, and you can tell an argument is about to surface. There are open doors, for togetherness, to be with people. Closed doors, for when you need to be without. Restless nights and early mornings; sometimes the opposite, if you’re lucky. Floors I’ve known my whole life, ceilings that constantly peer down on me. Hallways, spaces and other places; walls that know my secrets, that know me better than my friends. Windows to let the light in, and curtains to block it out. But that’s what lies in every room: comfort, warmth and light. Music, to vibe when the sky is gray and the world feels dull. Voices, at gatherings and parties. The occasional swear, when game night gets a little too intense. Short moments of silence, just waiting to be broken. It’s something that can’t be lost easily, Because the memories remain with you up until your very last breath. Bittersweet sentiment and easier days. Nostalgia that’s tried to escape from a time far, far away. There’s expectations and disappointment, but in the end, a unanimous understanding. There are names called and mistakes made. But home is acceptance and appreciation. Home is respect and admiration. Home is love, for one another and where we stay together. Home.