Home.

So here we are, another one of these posts. I guess that these consist of things I really feel like I need to share, and the last post started a GREAT discussion last time. I don't even know what to call these, but we could say that they're just the inner workings of my head, typed up for people to read. :)

Now, as my parents are divorced and I go to my Grandma's house 3 days a week for school, I have lots of places that are "home."
I was taking my usual Monday online class this week, and we got on a very interesting subject.  The question "what to do think home is?" was asked, and I thought:

I don't know. 

What is home? Is it a place? Is it a feeling? How do I answer this? 

It was something I couldn't stop thinking about. I couldn't come up with an answer! I grabbed pencil and paper, and I wrote  down the following:

Home is a feeling. A house can be a home, but it's not always. Home is feelings, as well as scenarios and emotions. It more often then not isn't a building, especially if you are someone who has lived in many places throughout your life. There are sometimes places that just don't feel like home. Home is a place where you feel loved, comforted, safe, accepted, and warm. It's the place where you "come back to," your "home base." 

I think that home also can be a physical thing, even if it isn't a building. It can be your own bed, or your room, your own space. It could be your living room, with a fireplace, or a really comfy couch. It could be having certain people with you. Little details also make a home. A creak in a specific floorboard, a knot in the wooden cupboards that look like a face, a door handle you have to jiggle in order to open the door. 

So, the summary of all these jumbled words is: Home is details, feelings, scenarios, people. 

Long story short, A house isn't always a home.  

So thank you guys for reading. :) Please, comment away with your thoughts on this, and if you like these posts! 

Love ya all, 

~Felicia xx