Home: a place that feels like hug, and from the moment you enter the door, you are safe and you are loved.

Now I’d argue with the first part. I don’t think home is a place, in fact it’s *people*

Think about it, whether you live in an apartment, a villa, a bungalow or any fancy house… without your loved ones.. can you really call that place home? It’s just you, furnitures and silence.

Home is where love exists, where you care and are cared for. Sure, it’s not always gonna be sunshine and roses. There’s gonna be fights ( a lot of them) where you says stuffs you don’t mean and they say stuffs they don’t mean. There’s gonna be disagreements and silent treatments which nobody enjoys.

But at the end of the day, even after all the fights, arguments, you know that THIS IS WHERE YOU BELONG.

In English literature, House and Home are often treated as synonyms. But are they?

A house is made of bricks, cements and walls.

Home? Is made of laughter, love, fights, arguments, late night talks, people who annoy you but love you unconditionally.

House + Love= Home

I found something in my Pinterest and I wanna share this with all of you.

So yeah, home isn’t a place. It’s the people who turn four walls into something you can run back to. And honestly, that makes all the difference.

Home isn’t where you’re from, it’s where you find light when all grows dark.

~Pierce brown, Golden Son

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