A home isn’t a home until ..
well honestly I’m not sure what makes a home
But I know a home is not the place you dread coming back to every night.
A home is not a home when you walk around the block 3-4 times before you go inside so you minimize the amount of time you have to stay awake
in that home
A home is not a home when you stay out 2 hours after curfew and don’t care about getting in trouble because at least ...
you aren’t “home”.
Home is love.
Home is not a place to me
Home is not a person.
Home is a figure of my imagination.
A place I dream about .
Home is what I hope to find .

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