What defines "home"?
Is it where you stuff is?
Is it where you can relax and just be?
It is comfort? Or people? Or circumstances?
It seems to be a place and a feeling. And some places that you live do not feel like home and some do eventually and some do automatically? So what are the defining factors? Does it have to do with the state of your soul and how settled it is time to be? Or a sense of belonging that is reliant on external factors? Or is it a rest within ones own soul, when being present is possible and delighted in, when rest is had? There seems to be something about it that is sought after and yet undefinable. A sense of peace or calling which keeps us in a spot and attaches our heart to it.
My lovely house in the great city of Madison is home right now. And I like it.
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