I have mostly seen Home as a physical place, where my parents live and where I grew up. As time goes by, these physical places become so many, each of them contributing significantly to who I’ve become. They are all home. However, as my experience and understanding continues to grow, my view of where home is expands. Hence, it has become more than just a physical location.

And this is other meanings it has for me.

I have found a sense of home in people who I feel securely loved by, no matter where they are. My first point of Home are my parents, my siblings and little niece. No matter where on earth they are, they will always be home to me. Close family and friends who I love and go to when life has beat me a up for honesty and perspective. These people are safe and they are Home to me.

My deepest state of my being is home. This is the place I come when I need peace and I need to pay attention. In here is my gut; my spirit, my beliefs, values and dreams. It is sacred. I did not understand the discomfort of not feeling a home Inside of me until I started paying attention about what felt right and what didn’t feel quite right. A big part of me was seeking the stillness and security it brought quite immensely. This sense of home is with me always but I have to be honest, there are times I have strayed away from it. The struggle is to stay close and to keep listening to it.

These senses of home compliment each other and have become quite important places for me. I gather strength and security from them. The love that I find at home inspires courage and validates that I don’t have to confirm to fit in. It keeps me focussed and gives me confidence to keep contributing.

At home, I feel safe, I thrive, I belong and I can be all I'm meant to be. Home to me is people, a sense of being and a place I always go back to.