But, what is the definition of a home?
A place to return to at the end of a long day,
a place built where a person may lay their head down to sleep?
Or, is a home something more?
Is a home simply a construction of materials?
Or, can a home be anywhere, in any form, even the shape of a lover's embrace?
Are there boundaries to what a home should be?
Is a home something one can have without the warmth brought to them by happiness and love?
Or, is the absence of those things mark a place only as a house?
Do these feelings make up what a home truly is, not merely a built upon space of land? For, if this is the truth than I have surely found my home in her arms.
