There’s nothing quite like “home”, is there? It doesn’t seem to matter where we go, whether on an exciting holiday, a one day road trip, or a visit to the folks “back home”, coming back to the place we call home always makes us feel a certain pleasure we seem to get nowhere else in the world. It doesn’t matter if it’s a small apartment , tiny bungalow, or if we live in a waterfront mansion … home is the place where we feel comforted; where we can be surrounded by the people we love.
There is something about coming back home that always makes me sigh with relief. I don’t know why – maybe it’s because at home we have privacy from the outside world, where we can “let our hair down” and just be ourselves.
Maybe it’s me, but I love “home” more than anywhere else. I suppose that’s what they mean by that old saying “home is where the heart is”.