HOME

People say that home is not a place, it's a person. But what they fail to realise is that home isn't human nor is it tangible. Rather, it is a part of us. It is every place and every person and every thing that we've touched and has touched us. Buildings crumble and people leave but we can always return to our memories. Home is the voices of my love ones; my family. The theme song of my favourite cartoon. The feeling of my guitar strings against my fingertips. The sound of laughter when I'm with my family. The smell of home-cooked food. You know how everyone says that home is where the heart is? Well, they've got it backwards. My heart is where my home is.