What is Home?

As I approached University and looked at what faced me (leaving home and starting my own adult life) I became very nostalgic. What had made my childhood special and what made it home? I decided that maybe if I brought the memories with me I would always be home no matter where I lived. 

This poem was from that time in my life and captures the moment when I realized "home" was not a place but instead an idea that I could take with me.  

What reminds you of "home"?

Home

Home is the hot water bottle pressed along your neck

Home is standing still on your tree house deck

Home is those penny sweets that fizz on your tongue

Home is the doc leaf soothing the nettle that stung

Home is the movies that tell tales of love

Home is the heartache you will rise above

Home is the madness of a tired day

Home is all the secrets you cannot say

Home is dealing with the people that stare

Home is doing the things you didn’t dare

Home is having sisters that know where you’ve been

Home is having friends through the thick ‘n’ thin

Home is growing old while thinking young

Home is having your dreams yet to be sung

Home is wincing at the crazy things you’ve done

Home is realising the distance you have come

Home is the enemy you chose to forgive

For home is in your heart and the way you chose to live