where is home...

home can be a place but where do i find it, home can be a person but how do i make it last forever.

“home” the simple word means so much, from what i know home is not just a physical space where we reside. It is also sanctuary, a realm of comfort and familiarity. It is where we feel secure, loved, and understood. in the words of Robert frost “Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in” what it means is a place where one can always return to no matter how far they have gone. no matter what mistake they have done, It is a place where one can find acceptance and love, no matter what, right?

some people do have a house where they live, but not a home. They say home is where the heart rests, but what if a person is never able to find solace there. They say home is where a person finds comfort when there’s chaos, but what if there’s no comfort but only chaos. They say home is where you feel loved, but what if the feeling of loneliness lingers more than love. they say home is where you make happy memories but what if all you can see is grief and anger while looking back in the memory lane.

some people try finding their home in a person, the friends they have, the people they meet, the person they love. home is when you lay your head in your mothers lap and talk about your day, home is when a friend hugs you tightly just because they missed you, it is when a mere talk for the first time in months last for hours and leads to you forgetting about everything else, it is when your nani tells you stories about her childhood and all you can see is her wide smile. it is even a simple text from someone cheering you up every time something’s wrong or someone you know who’d always celebrate your achievements even if you yourself don’t. its a feeling that makes you feel loved.

some find home in the things they love, the hobbies they have, the things where they can immerse themselves in soo deeply that they could forget about all their problems. it’s when a dancer starts music and forgets about every problem or a pianist expressing all their feelings through keys and letting them out. its when a writer or a poet immerses themselves in writing to the extent they don’t realize how many hours have passed. it is something that makes you feel at peace.

but none of these are permanent, are they ? people leave, hobbies change….nothing lasts forever. some writer once said “The magic fades too fast the scent of summer never lasts the nights turn hollow and vast but nothing remains…nothing lasts.” and all of us might have experienced this as some point of our life.

which leaves me with a question, where does one find their home. where does one find a place where they are happy and at peace. where does one find a place where they always feel loved. home can be a place but what i have is just a house. home can be a person or a thing but i’ve learned the hard way that every thing is temporary so where is my home if not a person.

where do i find the place that makes me happy that makes me feel loved where i forget about my problems and be at rest where do i find a place where i don’t feel like a burden or that every thing will go to hell if i rest where do i find a place which feels so comfortable that i never think of leaving. where do i find a home ?