'Home'

Home can be a house, an apartment, a room, a corner … a river, a sea or even an ocean where you feel free. As I’ve just felt walking in the street.

Home is where your soul releases itself and you are able to sing with open lungs and no shame; like I’ve just done in a bus stop.

Home is a physical or imaginary place where your mind flows and you can think about all your worries without worrying; like I’ve just done on a bus.

Home is where you see, smell, hear, taste or touch familiar things; like I’ve just did while climbing my stairwell.

Home… oh, home… where is it? I believe it’s nothing more than a concept in my head… nothing more than a feeling in my heart or a sigh on my skin.

Home is a hold of hands, a contact of cheeks, a blink of eyelashes, an unexpected kiss from a loved one…

For me, home is a space that I can’t avoid calling that way. Usually, is my house but if for some reason I go on vacations, the next stop is my home.

Home is where you feel safe, loved, calm, comfortable, warm… Home is home. There aren’t enough words to describe it.

Home is a four-letter noun, a word that has a large entry in the dictionary, because each and every single one of us understands it differently.