Home is a feeling. It’s the feeling you get when things are exactly how they are supposed to be.
Home is a state of grace. It’s that “just right” feeling, when you know you are okay; when you know that you are safe. Home is a perfectly imperfect state of patient grace.
Home is falling to sleep under the comfort of the sparkling skies and the glowing yellow moon, knowing that you are safe, you are loved, and you are infinite. ― Thought Catalogue