Home: The Place Where We Belong

Home isn’t only the place you live in, it’s the place you feel you belong. It’s the place I find my kin, it’s the place I sing my song. Home is finding wonder in a tree, home is feeling wanted. Home is being truly me, it isn’t getting taunted. It’s wherever I find comfort, it’s where I find myself. It’s where I don’t have to contort, it’s where I am on the shelf. I find home on the courts, I find home in a book. Home can be found in many sorts, you just have to look. No one can tell you where to find home, they can't tell you where to stay. They can’t tell you where to roam, they can’t tell you where to play. Home really is where the heart is, that’s no lie. Home is where you’ll really miss, the place to which you’ll have a tough time saying goodbye. Home isn’t only the place you reside, it’s the place you want to be in. Home is the place you cried, it’s the place you ramble to someone, and they listen. Home can be found in many places, home doesn't have to be a house. Home can have many faces, it’s where all creatures are welcome, even a mouse.