Number one: Even I don't always call it home, sometimes to me it is just a pit of soul sucking succubus-es! Sometimes I have major issues with home; they are too strict, they don't let me out, the suffocate me, they deprive me... But then again what teenager hasn't had those conflicting moments.
Number two: Sometimes my definition changes, like what does home really mean? People say that home is where the heart is. Isn't home just somewhere you feel completely at ease, completely cherished, and completely blessed to have been given such a blessing. So yeah maybe my definition of home changes, but the feelings found at 'home' never will.
Home understands you, they forgive the biggest mess ups you have ever made and they don't ever let you forget just how much they love you. They are there holding your hand every step of the way, and wrapping every wound for every scar no matter how fresh or how old it is. Home is were I want to be, when I finally found where I want that to be.
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