Today my thoughts turn to home. I’ve always found the concept of a home interesting. If we look at the literal meaning it is defined as a place one lives permanently, but I’ve always felt it is much more than that. I refer to one of my favourite songs by Gabrielle Aplin, I feel the lyrics express my musings perfectly:
‘Cause they say home is where your heart is set in stone
Is where you go when you’re alone
Is where you go to rest your bones
It’s not just where you lay your head
It’s not just where you make your bed
As long as we’re together, does it matter where we go?”
I don’t think home is just the place where you grew up or the place you live in now, I think it’s a feeling. It is the feeling of belonging, of being comfortable and complete. To have a home is to have somewhere which fulfils more than the basic needs of shelter and warmth but rather a place where you can go to be at peace.
However sometimes it is not somewhere but rather someone. Just being with your family, and your friends could make you feel just this and sometimes it’s just one person. A person who is your whole world and wherever, and whenever you are together nothing else matters.
Home really is where the heart is…