家

home. an abstract concept, not a landmark.

I am a child of one country, but was born and bred in another. the idea of identifying myself as one or the other, didn’t hit me until I was recently asked: “So what do you see yourself as? Where do you call home?”

Home to me is where I find solidarity. A place where I feel safe and protected from the happenings of the outside world. Where I can openly ramble on about my thoughts without judgement, where I can freely plant the seeds of my heart and watch them grow into flowers, where I can cry tears of frustration or joy and still feel empowered after.

As time passed, I slowly realised that home is not the four walls of a swanky apartment or the coziness of my room. It is a metaphorical place where you feel the most comfortable; where your creative freedom has space to roam, where your thoughts flow as free as the North wind. Home is where the people I love are: they are the components that make up what a home really is. A sanctuary of love, care, kindness and all-round warmth. they are the ones that really make you feel “at home”, no matter how physically far they can be. Home is definitely not a landmark, because home can be something as simple as a pair of arms and a beating heart that will go to opposite ends of the Earth for you, just to make you feel like you are invincible.

where is home to you?

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