Home

Home to me is a place where I am accepted, loved, and known just as I am. Home feels welcoming, and doesn't expect anything from me except myself. A home isn't a house, it is people that gather together to love and support each other. A home feels right, and I fit right into it. A home feels like a protector from harm. A home is an idea, a hope, that people can live in peace. My home isn't always with my family, but my home is family. Home is where I go to cry and not feel judged, or expected to put on a mask. Home is where I know I will always find support. Home is where I can be myself, always.

Another random bit.