home

I'm beginning to feel that home may not be confined to four walls, a ceiling, and a floor. It is more than a place where I live. It is more than where my family is located. It is more than a feeling of being safe.

Feeling at home is the warmth of my mother's hug, the smile on my father's face, the sarcasm delivered with love from my brother, the endless amount of energy my nephews pump throughout the house, and the excitement of sharing stories around the table.

Feeling at home is the experience of growing up alongside childhood friends, the experimental meal/dessert shared with hungry and desperate roomies, the freedom to b*tch, cry, indulge, and dream without judgment, and the transition from friend to housepet to life long confidant.

Feeling at home is the self assurance that I am comfortable in this city, in this new apartment, in this new evolving self.

I feel a little homesick.