Musings on Home

Home is a time, not a place.

What is it to be home?  Is it a feeling of security or love or rememberance?  Is it a place, is is a people, or is it a feeling?

What happens when you leave the home you were born into, and break off to begin again in a new home?  Or maybe when that happens, you’re just continuing the story somewhere else.  Is it the same feeling?  The same “home” in a different home?

And what if you don’t have a house?  Do you still have a home?