today I've been thinking about...

Home. An elusive word, isnt it? It could mean anything, depending on your circumstance, your childhood, your current location. To some people a home is a house. But what makes a house a home? This is something I've been pondering lately. To me, home means love. Not only cozy fireplace cuddles or hot tea and a good conversation, but the knowledge and comfort that comes with knowing it will never leave. That whenever your wandering self decides enough is enough, home will be right where you left it, in the hearts and hugs of those you love. Home is where your heart is...Such a cliche phrase, but before it was, I think someone got it right.