What is "Home" according to you?

@simzson96

Home is where your soul is. Where u feel comfortable and safe. Home can be a person because what is empty apartment?

Home should be a place where you feel loved, cared, safe and free on your own.

The house I used to live in that I lived in for almost my entire life.

@simzson96

Such an insightful thread Sim.

For me Home is within me especially after I have meditated....

It centers , calms and brings me Home.....

Now I know so well what the quote, " Meditation brings you Home ", means because have experienced that feeling so many times, over and over again !!!

@simzson96 A really good book. Being wrapped in a blanket when it's raining outside. A quiet corner in the library. Being surrounded by smiling family

Home = A place you feel you belong to. It can be between certain group of persons and / or a place too. I think.

Home is what Im dreaming of

A heart where its safe

A place where Im guiltless

A home of care love respect understanding and above all full of acceptance

no prejudice

no pretence

just real me ..real emotions

Imperfections

Home is in the arms of the one I love.

All great responses, love em all, wow what a deeper insight into

' HOME '

Beautiful answers A short story from me :

He was always searching for home. He was alone. He traveled through disparate routes. Trying to find a place where someone would retain him. Where the walls would speak him the words making him bound to place. He would knock at each door scrutinizing for the place he was meant to be at. But he was dejected from everywhere. He was at last invited at one place he thought he could call home. He was well regarded and respected. He spent few days there. He came to a judgement that he would stay and call it taken. In days he saw the home change. The walls changed their color, the floor below him cracked. It made him bleak. Meddling him to infested chaos whether he should stay or withdraw. He knew he wont no longer able to stay in a place he thought was more devoted. He picked his bag and flee. He realized it was a mistake going to each door trying to encounter something exceptional. Things had to fall in at the right time. But it wasn't then. As he was almost going to bail out from the idea. He entered a narrow street he planned to rest. The door of the house in front of him unlocked. All of a sudden, he got filled up with remarkable feeling, on the spur of the moment he entered the house. This time before he could glance the house. The walls started to enchant words of his appreciation. The floor made him dance joyfully. The place made it a wonderful rest. He had to go through a millions to find the one but it was worth the wait. He had found the place he could stay, the place he could call home.