To me, home isn’t a place; being home is a feeling. I don’t know if I can articulate it perfectly, but home to me is love and warmth. It is the feeling of going back to people who love and care about you and who you can’t wait to see. And it isn’t just the feeling when you’re away from home living in a different city/country and visiting your family. It is in the routine and the mundane everyday.
As a ritual, whenever we are in the same town, I ensure I call up my brother every day from work or if I get busy sometimes, he would call me up and we just check up on our day and plan the dinner menu. A lot of time I would be talking to my friends/family till the last second I have to leave from work and I get a message which says “text me when you get home”.
“I will be back soon” “TTUL, going for a walk”
“An hour is NOT soon” “Should I wait until you’re back?”
TO ME, THIS IS HOME.
What is home to you? Let me know in the comments below!