Some of us have moved to 5 different houses. Some of us have lived in the same house our entire lives. Some of us call lots of places home. For me...home is everywhere.

But we all have that one place we call home.

Maybe it's the place you were born, a childhood home, or in the kitchen with your grandma. We've all found ourselves imprinted on this one place that we will forever call our home no matter where we go.

But why does "home" have to be one place? Why does home have to be a physical place, to begin with? As time went on and I grew up and matured I came to the realization that home isn't really a place at all. While yes, there is a physical place back in Florida that I used to live in that I call "home" but that is not my true home. Now, it is merely just a place that I lay my head at night when I come to visit my parents on my breaks from school.

That being said, the next question I'm going to get is, "so where do you call home then?" Home for me lies within my heart and the hearts of those that I love and love me back. I am fully aware of how corny and cliché that sounds, but it is true.

Home is absolutely where the heart is.

At times when I find myself homesick, it's never that I'm missing the place where my home stands, but the people that make that place feel like home. Those that walked into my life so completely unexpected and changed it. The friends that have gone through hell and back with me and chose to stick around for more. The blessings that I call my parents that always find a way to make all the bad things good and the good things better.

If those people were all scattered across various parts of the world then that's where my home would be too. As each of us partakes in our daily routines and live our lives day by day we carry around small pieces of each other with us in our hearts. For some, it's memories that we made over a summer we spent together, for others it's the feeling of being in their arms while watching your favorite movies and eating snacks, for another it's the little moments like sitting up talking for hours about absolutely nothing just so we didn't have to be alone, or maybe it's the words that they said to us years ago that have become tattooed in our minds.

All of these people and things have proven to me that home is so much more than some paint and drywall. It's a mindset. It's vulnerability. It's love.