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What Is Home for You?

Some of the usual answers I’ve heard are: a house, an apartment, a hometown, a partner, a pet. And honestly, all of those make sense. Because home is subjective. You define what it means for you.

Me? You ask?

Home is a place—or a person—where I feel safe and loved. Where the walls I’ve built around myself finally collapse into tiny pieces, revealing my most vulnerable self. It’s being wrapped in someone’s arms at night, both of us fast asleep, not caring what comes next. It’s curling up under a warm blanket on a cold, rainy evening. It’s laughing out loud with friends and realizing, I’m lucky.

Home is sipping hot Milo before my night shift. It’s wandering the streets at midnight. It’s watching strangers celebrate their wins, big and small. And sometimes, home is when someone remembers the tiniest detail about me.

For me, home is broad. It’s everything rolled into one word: comfort.

I associate home with anything and anyone that brings comfort into my life. I’m a sucker for the little things. Small gestures. Quiet moments. They’re beautiful to me.

What is home for you? I’d love to know.

With love,

 -E.

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