Meaning of Home

Home is not a place. Home is a feeling. Home is the sound of laughter filling my heart as I spend time with my people. It is where I am appreciated for who I am and loved unconditionally. Home is a person. Home is my mom. Home is my dad. Home is Sarah, Naomi and Hanna, my sisters. Home is comfort. It is the warmth from the blanket that I got for my birthday. The one with the pictures of my family. Home is my religion, Judaism. It is my connection to G-d. Home is the smell of the beach in Florida. It is the mango juice that drips down my chin. Home is the taste of a fresh cucumber salad on a Friday night. Home is where I can truly be me. Home is not a place. Home is a feeling.