Home is where the heart dwells.

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Have you ever been away from your home for a lengthy time? When you return, it's much more than sleeping in your own bed, surrounded by things you treasure. Home encapsulates everything we hold most dear: our family, our memories, our love. We lavish money on our homes, turning them into outward expressions of ourselves. By doing so, we put our hearts there and make it comfortable. Home is safe, cherished, desirable, and certain. Losing a home is crushing, even when nothing else is lost. Home is a sanctuary, where we can go to escape the villainy of life.

When we finally grow to the age where we leave our parent's house and fly to our own, it's tough and challenging. Until that point, we relied on someone else to provide the impetus to turn a place into a home. Crafting your own home for the first time is a mountainous achievement, yet we must go through the process or we never grow to full adulthood. Baby birds must eventually leave the nest. It's frightening and wonderful all at once. You'll never be the same again.

I think the concept of home is as natural as the need to breathe. We crave a place to belong, where we are totally ourselves (warts and all), and where the world only intrudes as much as we allow. Our hearts form a lasting bond with our homes--hardly a surprise, considering we spend a large portion of our lives therein. As a parent, I also want my home to be home for my children; a sanctuary they can run to when they cry and hurt. Maybe that's why we usually make it a point to compliment someone's home, and why the owners are so happy and proud to receive the kind words.

- M