What does it really mean? Google tells me it’s, and I quote, “the place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or household” but is that all, though? Yes, in generally the word “home” means a house or an apartment you possibly share with your family, partner or friends but I see it as so much more than that.

Many people scoff at this, but the cliché saying of “home is where the heart is” has always rung to me as true. The problem I’ve always had is that my heart seems to be in tiny little pieces, scattered around the globe – which isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Sometimes a little confusing or even heartbreaking but never bad. The problem part is that sometimes the pieces seem to get magnetic and that is when they try to form a full, beating heart again. It tears a person apart.

When you can’t choose just one place, just a bunch of people and those things start to get as insisting as the pieces of your broken heart, it’s pain on a whole new level.

Is there really just a one home for everyone? Are some of us just meant to be in bits?


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