Is Home Really Where the Heart Is?

A home is where people come together, Where babies take their first steps, Where holidays take place, A home is a safe place, a safe haven, People grow up here, families and friends gather and laugh and cry, But my home isn’t a home until my family moves in, My home isn’t a home until the last box is unpacked, My home is special, my home is magical. People say home is where the heart is, But, what if my heart isn’t where I live or where I go? What if my heart is with my family or my friends? What if my heart doesn’t belong to a object or structure, What if my heart belongs to my family and the people who love me? Maybe, home is where the heart is? Maybe, I'm right where I'm supposed to be.