Home is Where the Heart Lies

Home is not found in material objects or set in stone. It is not in fiction books, the gadgets and technology you own or stuffed animals that you’ve had since you were three. Nor is it in the pictures that have captured the moments of importance throughout your life. While these items of value lead to heart-filled reminiscence, they are but a small part of what home truly is. Home is found within people. The people who have known you for years and even beyond. The ones who gifted said books and toys and objects. People that never cease to help ease burdens with both the big and the small things. Those who never fail to lift your spirits, with either grand actions or humble ones. Your comfort zone personified, as it relies on their warmth and their endearment. It is the relief in knowing that even in hardships and heartache, you are never going to be alone. The heart lies where bliss is at its purest form. Where love is able to fly freely and live in the warmth that gives an indescribable feeling. A feeling that is unnamed but widely known. It is that flood of overwhelming serenity- the peace of mind. The heart beats to the melancholy moments and heals in happiness and hope. Home is the love and loss in life, but most importantly it is the family that stays with you through it all.