The Meaning of Home

Life is difficult. There are moments when you feel like the world has turned it's back on you. There are moments when the weight on your shoulders gets heavier and you just might give up any second. There are even moments when you wish time would just stop for a minute so you can catch up on everything that has been going on. But, what makes my life a little more bearable is my home. Home isn't merely a place of rest. To me, home is a breath of fresh air. It is an escape from the non-stop wheels of reality. It is a feeling of hope and joy. To me, home is where the people who I love and who love me back live. So when they say 'home is where the heart is', I would have to agree.