A Special Place

Home feels like exhaling after holding your breath for too long. Home is the place where the world stops demanding pieces of you. Home doesn't ask you to be perfect, strong or outstandingly smart. It lets you fall apart and it catches you when your voice shakes and your heart feels too heavy to carry alone. Home feels like being understood without having to explain. It's someone noticing the sadness in your eyes without saying a word. It’s the kind of sadness that shows up quietly, like a blanket at home. Laughter echoing from another room. Old arguments that ended in forgiveness, tears cried late at night that never changed how you were loved in the morning. Home remembers every version of you, from the child you were to the person you're becoming, and it holds them with care. Home feels like warmth in the coldest moments, when the world feels bigger, overwhelming and lonely, home reminds you that you are not invisible. It's where broken pieces are gathered, not judged. Where healing begins, even if it happens slowly. Sometimes home isn't four walls and a roof but it's a person who makes you feel safe enough to be real. Sometimes it's a place you miss so much it aches and other times it's a place you choose because you once felt whole. Home is where your heart softens, where you are chosen, even on your worst days. Where love stays but not because it has to, because it wants to. Home is the feeling of finally being held by something that never asks you to leave parts of yourself behind.