Home is Where I Feel Noticed

Home. Is not just a place where I survive, it’s a place where I feel noticed. Home. When I step into my home, I right away feel noticed and cared for. Home. I love how every time I step into my home, it’s never the same as messy or clean or messy and clean. But my feelings are also like that when I step into my home like, cranky, gloomy, cheerful. You name it but it’s also my home. No matter what way the wind blows. Home. When I open the door to my home it’s not just tables, chairs, beds, or stools. Its love or laughs or sadness. Yes indeed, feelings or comfort, or it could be both. Home. Home isn’t Just one place; it could be anywhere or there could be more than one home. It’s the “same thing.” It doesn’t matter what it looks like, what matters is what we bring! Feelings, stuff, mind, or just you! It’s the “same” if you bring anything. Home. Is not just a place where I feel noticed its where I feel feelings, or it could be both.