Ever since I was little, I keep getting told that "Home is where the heart is." And that's true... to an extent. Home is what you make of a place. It's what you consider a safe-haven, or a place to get away from the world even if it's banging on your front door with a fist of rage and confusion. For me, home is where my family is. Home is where I sit down, drink hot coco in the winter, or tell stories and laugh with family by the warm embraceful light of the fire place. For me, home isn't just one place. It's multiple places. It's where my family are close to. Places I can drive to, stop in and have dinner or lunch. Home is the place where I feel safe, secure, and loved. So I guess, home is where the heart is. It just depends on where you put that heart into the home you chose.