It is strange because where ever i set up "camp" during college, trips, or vacation, i always call the place im staying at home. Its not because i feel like it is my home, just because its where we all meet up. Its wear the group comes back together again. Home base, i guess is a better word for it. It wasnt until i visited my home town a couple weeks ago that i really realized what it meant to say "home". The second i started seeing familiar territory my whole heart lifted. I didnt care that i was tired or that i wasnt going to see all my friends. It was simply being in the area that i grew up in, that made me feel so much better. My mind was relaxed, my body was too and i dont know if i frowned that whole trip. Home is the place where you seriously feel better when you think about it, when you hear about it or dream about it. There is no place like my home, and i cant wait to live my life and make new homes for myself; make other places that truly accept me and love me.