Where is home?

Where is home? Home. It's where I am wanted. Loved. It's where I share. Laugh. It's where I relax. Chill. It is my home. My home is my cottage on the South Shore, where I can leave all my worries behind as the sounds of the ocean sing me to sleep like a lullaby. My Home is B.C., where I am greeted by the Okanagan lake, and the champagne powder fills me with joy as I glide over it on my skis. My Home is New Brunswick, Where I can relax by the st.John River, or visit family that I count the days till I see again. It is all those magnificent places, But home can also be just my bedroom. Me lying in my bed, reading a good book and curled up in the blankets like a burrito. Home is not a place. It is a feeling. Everyone deserves a home.