You often hear the phrase, "There's no place like home", but I don't know exactly how I feel about that. In the most literal sense, it's very true - no other place recreates the one that I call "home". But in another sense, what does this even mean by the word? Home generally refers to a place of residence, but my home is much more than that. It is an embodiment of my family and music and memories. In that respect, I both love home and want to get away from it.
Home is a wonderful place for me, for many others, it isn't. However, my entire life was spent at home, and to me, there's no place like the rest of the world. My home is adventure - seeing new things and trying new experiences. Going around the world, changing lives and creating a better person within me.
And in a totally different direction, my home is with people I truly love and who love me back. ASMSA is home because John and some of my best friends are there.
Conference is home because I love all those people immensely and would give anything to have more than one last year to spend with them.
My home isn't confined to one single area, then. It is across the state - the country, even. And not the state or the country itself, but rather some of the places and people in it.
So that phrase doesn't mean a whole lot to me, because my home is wherever I go and whoever I meet that I fall in love with. My home is comprised of oceans, mountains, and deserts. My home is comprised of Americans, Canadians, Asians, and more. My home is both on the ground and in the sky. My home is in this world and fictional ones. My home is me, and my home is everything I love.
So maybe, there IS no place like home. But at the same time, when home consists of so much, what isn't home?
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