Truly, What is Home?

Home. Just saying the word takes me to my dreams. In that dream, I see myself cuddled up, wrapped in a warm, thick blanket, watching TV with my family. My mouth waters as the rich aroma of my mom’s delicious spicy chicken curry, I hear her rattle plates and pots, and I ask her, "is it ready?”. Home is a place where I feel safe. It’s a place where I can take off my mask and be who I am.Home is family. Home is love. Home is where I belong, more importantly where I feel I belong. Home is smelling the turf as I juggle the football, and the sound of the ball smashing the back of the net is what takes me to another world. Now that I think about it, I’m very lucky to have many homes. The day is over. I jump into my big, warm, cozy bed. I snuggle into my warm blanket, close my eyes, and slowly, I drift off, soon to awake. Soon to awake… at home.