Sense of Home

For some people, home is a place where they had grown up, with their family -their parent and grandparent- surround them. There are countless memories for sure... just like I had...

But home is not always defined like that. Not everyone still had their both parent, or their own house... and not everyone can live with their families...

Home is basicly a sense we feel when we are among people who love us the way we are, people who care for us... and we love and care for them too... People which among them we can simply be ourselves, just feel free to express ourselves... It doesn't mean that there are no boundaries at all, cause in a healthy relationship there are healthy boundaries...

I just say that... home is love... a place where we can share genuine love...
I miss my home... up there and miles away there... and in here, with Him...