Home Is What You Make It?

It's been told countless times by countless people (one of which being that linguistically challenged farmer from Joe Dirt) that "Home Is Where You Make It".

For me, I can agree with this sentiment entirely.

Home is lighting every candle and incense stick in a five mile radius

I currently live at home with two parents who care deeply about me and hope the best for me. However, that house isn't what home is to me.

Home is the place where I don't have to perform for anyone. Home is the place where the family I've created out of my dearest friends and closest found loved ones will be. Home is neither here nor there but somewhere in-between, where time holds little meaning compared to the good times being spent. Home is where 2:00 AM Taco Bell and scratch made Chicken Paprikash are both the most delicious meals in the world. Home is watching as many Studio Ghibli movies as one can in a row and quoting the lines word for word. Home is blurring the line between playing cards and diving fortune out of them. Home is walking out into the brisk midnight darkness to stare up at the infinite cosmos and wonder in amazement at the universe that I and my family I've found and come to love are a part of.

Home isn't just where you make it - home is also what you make it.