"Home" is a place that we all hold dear to our hearts. It is the place where our family resides, our childhood memories are and where we love to go when it is time to go home for break. For many, college is our home away from. Maybe it isn't the place where you grew up and where your fondest memories of high school reside, but at the end of the day, it doesn't matter.

You may wonder why it wouldn't matter where we all currently live since we all love our beds at home, our mothers' home-cooked meals and having no financial worries. But think about it, all three of those things are tangible items that don't make who we are or shape us into the person we are today.

Each and every one of us is our own unique individual solely because of the intangible things we have been given throughout our lifetime. Love can't be felt, measured or moved - nor can the love we have for our home.

Our home isn't a specific place. Home is what feels right in your heart. Wherever life takes us - the memories, people, and love that you receive will follow, near or far.

For myself, home is the people I love and the many things I cherish. As a second year student at a university, I have truly learned the meaning of "home."

Growing up in a household where the ones surrounding you mean everything, it was an essential part of my childhood knowing that it doesn't matter what is above you. It is the people around you that makes it so special.

As a young child, I always fell true to this saying, knowing that my parents had every best interest for my little self in mind. Now, being older and living out of the house, for the time being, it is so clear to me on how the words of my parents have stuck with me throughout my lifetime.

Since the day my parents dropped my scared freshman self off last summer in a place that was foreign to me, I have not once felt that home is not where I go. Yes, in the beginning, I felt misplaced but once I found my people, (my best friends and ones who have my back no matter what), it didn't matter where I was anymore. As long as I have the people who love and support me right by my side, being at school wasn't weird.

I'm sure many of you can relate that when you go back to your hometown for a break you feel like you are missing a piece of home, your other half or your go-to crew. Coming back to the place that you never considered home is now something you miss. But it's not the place you miss, it is the people and the ones who make your heart full. That is what makes it home.

Home is Boca Raton, Florida. Home is Orlando, Florida. Home is wherever I go. Home is in my heart.