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Home isn't a place. I know that. Maybe it’s where fire crackles in the fireplace where you and your loved ones gather on the sofa watching the embers burn high. Or maybe it's where you are happy and safe, where only you and your thoughts are allowed to enter. Home is where the heart is, many say. Maybe the heart is a friend or a loved one, who mutters reassuring words into your ears each time you feel alone. Or maybe your loved one isn't a person but an animal,like a dog,a happy and friendly species, or an animal like a cat, calm and reassuring. Love can be home, and home can be cosy, like the way rain sounds when it gently pats against our windows and a dog curls up besides you. Home can be a bit chaotic,with fighting siblings and loud screams that echo down the halls continuously. Your home could be small, with tight walls and a small interior. Your home could be large, with endless space to fill. Your home is your home, no matter how big, how small,how chaotic or how calm. Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave,but not our hearts, many of us may say. Your feet and yourself could wander far, through cities and valleys and rivers and mountains, but our hearts won’t forget our home. Home is full of warm love and memories to be shared. A home is where beautiful bonds are made and laughter echoes throughout the hallways. Full of warm love and cold stares, full of happiness and joyful memories and mournful and unforgettable events. Home is more than just a place to stay - it's a memory.