Home is

Home is where the heart is.

Home is where you plant your feet and where you started.

It's the place you learned to try your hardest.

It's the space you hurried to when streetlights buzzed above the darkness.

Home is where you feel comfort and solitude.

Home is where you deal with the troubles that we've all been through.

It's the place where you started crawling, walking and talking too.

It's the space at the table where you sat and ate all your food, even those peas and that broccoli too.

Home is where you learned to cook and clean, make your bed and brush your teeth.

Home is where you chose a dream and gave your best to become a hundred things.

It's the place where you lay your head to rest as you reflect on the events that each day brings.

It's the space where you pray for your family and friends and where the angels came to gracefully sing.

Home is where you invited your first girlfriend to meet your mother.

Home is where you wrestle and fight with your sisters and little brother.

It's the place where you paid the sitter to stay so you can have dinner away with your significant other.

It's the space where memories are made that are forever engraved in your soul when you've lived in a life of wonder.

Home is where the toys we buy our kids get broken and fixed and we teach them to try again.

Home is where you spend late night movie nights full of surprises until you notice those sleepy eyelids trying to fight it when they're tired and trying to hide it.

It's the place where you grow as a person and work until you're hurting to earn a life that is worth it and sometimes wonder why you're not certain where all the time has went.

It's the space where a noisy environment turns into a timeless silence when you've come to reach a lifetime of pride and achieve early retirement.

Home is where your loved ones go when they go to find their own.

Home is where you come from and know sometimes it's time to say goodbye and you should try to let it go.

It's the place called eternity that your family is worthy of seeing when its their turn to be greeted by Jesus upon his throne.

It's the space you're missing inside yourself when you're lost and you're searching trying to find some help when you're not reaching it on your own.

Home is where you build your dream world when you wish upon the stars through your bedroom window at night.

Home is where you tend to fall in love and mend a broken heart when life is hard and you do what you know is right.

Home is the place where you grow old with your family and create the bond that ties your roots and your history together through time.

Home is the space where you feel safe when you sit up to catch your breath from screaming as you feel the tension rest and expect to get the fresh and relieving and freeing feeling that it was just a test that was sent with the best intent through a poem that you kept and read alone when you were supposed to get some rest and go to bed instead you sleepily wake up from peacefully dreaming of the blissfully free memories and scenes that you believe you are seeing when you're wishing to a heavily being that you were able of keeping the feeling you've been seeking when you're speaking on what you're thinking home is.