I hate how easily people use the word “home”. Everywhere you live isn’t your home. Home is many things. Home is where the heart is; home is where you feel all the love. I hate when people use the word home so loosely because now that I no longer live in Antigua which is my home, and I’ve bounced around a couple times, I know that the place where you lay your head isn’t necessarily your home.
Home is where you feel comfort and love. When I was young I always thought home was synonymous with house, but it really isn’t. Where I stay now is not my home, it’s actually pretty far from it, but not everyone understands that.