Then you have the old clichés: “Home is where the heart is.” “There’s no place like home.” “I left my heart in San Francisco.” Oops…that’s not one of them is it. ☺
Home to me is a place where I am comfortable. It is a place where laughter is found and memories are made. Where I can kick off my shoes and just be myself. It is my center.
Home is also a place in my heart where the people whom I love that are no longer in this physical world are found. My sister, my grandmothers, my grandfather just to name a few, are found in my memories of home.
In my fantasy this is what my living room looks like. It’s where I would read and write to my heart’s content.