What does “home” mean to you?
Home means a number of things to me. Home means the home I grew up in. The home in Utica, NY where I lived with my parents and brother and sister. It’s not home anymore. Home is also the place Utica, where my brother and sister still live. It still feels like home, even though San Antonio feels like home, too.
Home now is where I live, my townhome. It’s where I live and feel comfortable and have all my stuff. Even though it’s not mine (I rent), I feel like it’s mine because I’ve been here almost 4 years. I feel “at home” here. No one disturbs me here. It is my sanctuary. I can relax and be me here in my home. I can do as I please. I can say my prayers and have my prayer room here. I don’t have to make my bed if I don’t want to. I can pick up or not. It is my domain. It is here where I feel most like me. This is home.