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Home. A word I've never been able to define. In fa

Home. A word I've never been able to define. In fact, I remember struggling for the longest time to find adjective and words to string together so that I could capture the feeling attached with the word 'home'. Hostels felt like home, people felt like home, movies felt like home, songs felt like home, even the home-bound flights felt like home. And yet, I never felt at home. 
But here, right here, today, in this blanket, staring at sunset hues inside my home, I feel like I have a home. Not too lavish, but big enough. Not very warm, but cozy enough. Not too far from office, few streets away from where I was born, 1 hour away from my mother's home. I can comfortably call this one of my favourite homes. 
Does this make sense?   Home

#home #hometome #homeisnot #homesmellslike
Home. A word I've never been able to define. In fact, I remember struggling for the longest time to find adjective and words to string together so that I could capture the feeling attached with the word 'home'. Hostels felt like home, people felt like home, movies felt like home, songs felt like home, even the home-bound flights felt like home. And yet, I never felt at home. 
But here, right here, today, in this blanket, staring at sunset hues inside my home, I feel like I have a home. Not too lavish, but big enough. Not very warm, but cozy enough. Not too far from office, few streets away from where I was born, 1 hour away from my mother's home. I can comfortably call this one of my favourite homes. 
Does this make sense?   Home

#home #hometome #homeisnot #homesmellslike