There’s no place like home

Home is where the heart is so the saying goes.

Home is where you can set the temperature to your liking and it’s just right for you.

Home is where you can cuddle with loved ones and know you are safe and protected from the crazies of the world, even though you might be one yourself.

Home is where you can make hot dogs and fried rice and kick off your shoes and marathon TV shows and movies. It’s where you can watch rom-coms, artsy films, foreign films, horror and drama to your eclectic heart’s delight. It’s where books pile with frayed edges from being over read.

Home is where you can take off your bra and wear your PJ’s or walk around naked without criticism or fear of perversion. It’s where you can throw your hair up in a bun or braid it messily and still, no one can say a thing.

Home is where you can breathe and run and sleep and eat and be yourself in this big blue world we may have only one of in an entire universe of billions and gazillions of stars and dark matters.