What is home? Very broad topic.
Home is not a place, structure, or a coordinate on a map. It is somewhere I can laugh about the meaningless moments in life, where I can sing on the top of my lungs in the shower, and where I can sleep soundly in the warmth of my own bed. My home is a garden. Once you walk through that garden or that house--you can feel the life. The butterflies, the morning dew on the edges of the leaves, and the sound of the wind blowing through the trees. The life that resonates through a home is love, passion, and warmth.
But what happens once you have to leave that garden? When you say goodbye to everything you once knew? When you venture out past your haven and travel into the unknown? I am yet to find the answer. I am yet to travel to my university and leave my garden. The reason it hurts so much to leave a home is because a home is somewhere we plant our emotions deep in the soil, rendering our hearts, and capturing our souls. It is somewhere life thrives and where I feel safe. The difficulty in leaving home, is trying to rebuild a home. That is the frightening part. Having to figure out right from wrong and trying my best to not make mistakes, or make good mistakes. Having to find a purpose and find a passion, and run with it. To start over, and pull out the weeds, and plant my garden because home is not a place, it is a feeling of life. It gives us purpose in order to accomplish our dreams and catch our mistakes, heartbreaks, and the misfortune. As the wise saying goes ,"Home is where the heart is" and I am ready to travel to my garden and find my heart.
Any suggestions? Is it bad? I hope not.