In the past, I used to believe that home was simply the place where I slept and spent most of my time. However, as time passed, I came to understand that it is a more intricate concept. Home is not just a physical location, but rather a feeling that we carry with us wherever we go, and this realization varies from person to person. What I consider home might not be the same for others, and this is what makes us unique.

After much introspection, I have come to realize that my sense of home is not tied to a specific place, but rather to a feeling. The question is not “where is home?” but rather “where do I feel at home?” I am happy to say that I don’t own a physical home, and I don’t feel the need to be anchored to any specific place for an extended period. For a long time, I tried to conform to society’s definition of what home should be, but it only made me feel incomplete and isolated.

Now I understand that home is being with people I care about, where I don’t have to pretend to be someone else. Home is found in those moments of camaraderie with friends and family, where my guard is down, and my heart feels at ease. It can also be a solitary activity like reading a good book, hiking in nature, or visiting breathtaking beaches like those in California or northern Spain.

So, I have come to the realization that my true sense of home is within me. It’s not about owning a piece of land with a house on it, but rather about finding the people and experiences that make me feel like I belong.