They always say that home is where the heart is. It's a lovely phrase that people use to explain so that even though you may not physically live there, you can still call some place (or someone) your home. This isn't a permanent place by any means. Your feelings can change, your heart can change, and the circumstances can change. When we are in high school, most of us live with our parents. Your parents' house is your home, and you call it home. When you move into a dorm for your freshman year of college, you more than likely still consider it home. Dorm beds are terrible, and your own bed is a source of comfort. A home-cooked meal is like a gift from the gods.
When you move out of the dorms and into your first house or apartment, things change. You have your own bills to pay, groceries to buy, and responsibilities to attend to. When you are going to your hometown for the weekend, you say you are going home, but then people get confused as to which house you mean. Do you mean your home where you currently live, or the home where you used to live? It's a hard concept to grasp, especially at first—the concept that it isn't really your house anymore, it's your parents'. It's easier to say your parents' house because everyone knows that you mean some different town or location than the one they can usually find you in. Your bed at home now feels foreign because you already have a comfortable bed that you sleep in every night. When you sleep at your parents' house it feels like you're sleeping over at a friend's house; in fact, that's what the entire experience feels like. But amidst all the weird nostalgia, the free meals are wonderful! After cooking for yourself all the time, it is nice to have someone else not only buy the food, but also prepare it.
It's not that you don't love your parents or their home; it just doesn't feel the same. When your friends start moving away and not coming back for breaks, only occasionally here and there, you start to wonder what there really is for you in that town anymore. Your family is what brings you back now, and they are a great reason. Even though their house doesn't feel like your place anymore, it doesn't mean that you don't still love being there. So I would disagree and say that home is not where your heart is. I think that your home and your heart can be in different places. My home is where I go to school, but my heart is with my family.
