According to Dictionary.com, home has eleven different meanings; go here to read them.
But isn't home more then just that? Doesn't it have some sort of magic to it? Home is more then just a place where you live, but its the place where you store all your hurt, all your tears, all your pain, all your agony, all that bad stuff. But it's also the place where you store all that good stuff, all that magical stuff--love, happiness, those little thoughts that enter your mind throughout the day that make you smile.
That's part of the reason people move, or why they divorce, or break up, whatever, isn't it? Because they want to escape all those emotions that have built up in their home for the last couple years. Because, sometimes, escapes must be made. Because, sometimes, home isn't a house; because home can be anything, can be human, can be a real, live, honest-to-goodness person.
I wonder where my home went?
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