Home isn’t one person, one place,
One thing that you have.
It’s a compilation of memories,
Of smiles, of feelings.
Home is a malleable substance,
Changing until it finds its true form.
The person that makes you feel safe,
The smell that reminds you of Christmas…
The first people you call when you have great news,
The last good memory of your childhood,
The feeling you get when you’re at ease,
The sigh that follows laying on a soft bed,
The way October feels,
The crisp air and the scent of apples,
The humming sound of the dryer,
The feeling of wet concrete on bare feet after it rains,
All of your favorite simplicities,
Culminated into one beautiful weekend.
Time spent with loved ones,
Sunshine and laughter.
Old family jokes, “remember that one time,”
And blurry pictures for memories.