Another Selma-inspired post
Home is where I long to go back to at the end of a tiring day..or a string of tiring months..
Home is what houses my shower and my bed, which I miss dearly after a few days of separation..
Home is where I can laugh out loud, uninhibited, and home is where I can cry unabashed and still feel secure.
Home is at the end of that road, the way around which I can never lose.
Home is where I see people on the street..where I buy fresh vegetables every day..where I am a part of the crowd.
Home is where my music resonates, where my silence always finds company.
Home is where it's always warm.
On most days, I'm glad to come home. But sometimes, I yearn to go home!
Selma said "What is your perception of home? Do write and link me back. I would love to know". Me too! :-)