The meaning of home

I used to think that home was a building or place. With walls, a roof, and a bunch of space. Once I grew older, I started to see that home is a feeling inside of me. Home is my house where my family lives, with my parents and sisters, as well as my cat. It's where I feel safe when things go wrong. Where I'm accepted and can belong. Home is my grandparents house too. Where stories are shared and love is true. Rooms may be different, couches ain't the same, but the warmth that I feel never changes the name. I even feel home when I travel away. To my uncle's house in Toronto anyday. And that's when I realized and it surprised me to see. Home isn't one place, it stays with me. Home smells like comfort, like Ukrainian food. When my grandma makes borscht or my mom does too. That's when I feel connected to my roots, strong and true! Now I know that home is wherever I roam. It's where I feel love, joy, and peace, that’s the meaning of home.