Home is everything. Literally. Without a home there is no safe haven, no place to rest when you're starting to feel weak.

Home is everything. Litterally. From smells that remind you of happy to shelves of books that when opened sound crisp to the flip and feel rough from ware.

Home is everything. Litterally. It becomes this nostalgia in your chest when you're far from it. It becomes this voice in your head, I can't wait 'til I get home. It becomes this windmilling thought that will just not stop nagging, Are we there yet? 

Home is everything. Literally. It's the place to run to when troubles in the outside world become too much. It's the place to cry when you feel the need to cry. It's the place in which you can leave the burdens on your shoulders to rest in a corner. 

Home is everything. Litterally. Home is the people around you all the time. Not friends you see every once in a while, but people who you think about everyday. 

Home is everything. Litterally. Home is your mother, your father, your sisters, your brothers. Home is the place where your life started. Home is not the place where your seed was planted, but the place in which your roots truly grew. 

Home is the place you'll always rememeber and always want to go back to. Home is the base from which you started running and running until you ran back to home base, but this time home base will be with a new set of people. Home is litterally everything because without home there is no place to run from nor to get to.

Home and everything that comes along with it is an awesome privilege not many have. Enjoy it.