The meaning of the word 'Home'.

Nostalgia has been making me miss home lately.

But this brings me to wonder, what exactly is home to me? Was it the house I grew up in? The house I spent the majority of my teenage years in? My grandmother’s house, where I lived right before I got married? What, exactly, is home? Is it the place with the most memories?

Then, as I was thinking this, it hit me, it all made sense. Trying to re-live memories will never work, nor will visiting the places I’ve been. Why? Because Nostalgia is a craving to feel secure, as I did before. The only reason I want to go back, is because these memories I hold near, at the time that they were created, I felt safe and secure. I felt on top of the world, and nobody could reach me.

I was home.