Home

Today I read The Home Project blog by Julia Albain (www.homewardwandering.blogspot.com) and was inspired, so I thought that I would try come up with my own definition of home. Warning (to nonexistent readers) I will never be able to write as well as Julia Albain, so please don't judge my little blog next to hers. Of course, nobody is reading this, so... Anyways, I think that home is less about where you are and more about the people that you are with. You could live in a cardboard box on the side of a highway and if you had the people that you love around you, you would be at home. Home is not home if you are sitting by yourself, all alone. Home is love and friends and warmth, and the most expensive and luxurious penthouse apartment in NYC wouldn't be home if you had no one to share it with. "house" is an empty word, analytical, scientific, a place where you live. "home" is comforting and loving and will always accept you no matter where you are and what you are doing. I havn't found "home" yet, but everyone will someday, so I just have to keep my mind and heart open and keep looking.