Home is...

Home is … Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in. Home is the nicest word there is. It takes hands to build a house but only hearts can build a home. Home is not a place, it's a feeling , A feeling of love , a feeling of love is like the wind underneath the wings of a dove. Home is where they say love resides, Trust, respect and belonging is what our family provides. No matter who you are or where you are, instinct tells you to go home, where the sun at home warms better than the sun anywhere else. I am homesick for a place that I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full and my soul is understood. Home is a place where you grow up wanting to leave, And grow old wanting to go back to. But the real magic about home is that it feels good to leave, And it feels even better to come back.