Home

She stood in a sea of people, a crowd of faces, and took it all in…the chatter of the giggling girls, the smile on the face next to her, the beat of the drum, the strum of the guitar, the gorgeous burnt orange sunset setting behind her, and the smells of food that wafted the air. It was as if everything had it’s place; it’s home. She took it all in, because it was in those moments she felt alive, lucky, grateful; she felt most herself. She felt home.

She shut out the noises of stress, defeat, insecurities and lies and lived in that moment. She found where she belonged, her laughter, her love, her own kind of magic, her happy place. She was home.

Home. The place her heart came alive.

Where’s your home?

 

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