Originally it was a cave. Then a castle for some, a palace for others, but don't tell my mother that at sixteen I thought it was a cage.
A shoe for that old woman, a tree if you are Tarzan, or the sound of Christmas Day. Then again sometimes -most times- it's the smell that always brings back memories of Nana, or the garden in the summer right after the rain.
They say it's where the heart is. I've heard it is what you make it, the sound of siblings laughing, or the place that feels the safest when you lose your way.
If you ask a southern man or woman they might say it is Bryant-Denny Stadium in Alabama, Friday night football, or church on Sunday.
It can be all three or none. A person, thing, or place. Call it what you want. Buy it, move it, or build it. You will find yours one day, I promise.
If you asked a million and three people what
the definition of home is
I bet no two answers would be the same.
About the Creator
Elliot Tanner
I’m just here to exercise my right to write.


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