I used to think home was where I was living. The house. The state. Moving made me feel homesick. I longed for what I thought was home. The brick that made up the house I had lived in for seven years. The location I was on a map. The grass in the front yard. The drastic changing of the four seasons. But, after returning from a family trip, in the state of my old "home", I realized when I got back, I found myself heartbroken missing the people. The same "homesick" feeling as moving. That's when I comprehended home is not what you live in, or where you live at. Not a country or a location on a map. Home is the people you grow emotional attachments with. Home is the memories you make with people you love. It's a song that reminds you of ones you miss. A picture of you and a partner or loved one having a good time. Home is not a place at all. Home is a person. A group of people. A feeling in your chest. Find your home outside of bricks and location. Meet people. Explore. Find your home, because you could be in your house all day long, but you could be far away from that actual heartwarming feeling of home.