Home is safety and protection. It’s a sense of security that penetrates your bones. It shelters you from the chaotic depths of the world, and when you feel like breaking, home strengthens you. It builds you up again. It mends your broken pieces and wraps you in its arms until you feel whole. Home is genuine acceptance and understanding. It’s the sentiment of being loved unconditionally without restrictions or expectations. When others try to convince you that you don’t belong, home reminds you that you do. It allows you to unravel your darkest corners and welcomes you with certainty. It finds worthiness in your insecurities, strength in your scars and beauty in your imperfections. Home is not confined to a certain place. No, home is something more. Home is a feeling. It’s a heartbeat. It’s the people, moments and memories that shape you. Wherever you roam, wherever you wander, you will always infinitely belong. Because home is not found within the walls of a house, it’s tucked within the walls of your chest — home is where your heart is.
