This thing about moving to another place, a new place, somewhere else, somewhere which is not home, at least not yet. I just moved in into our new apartment and I love it. It is beautiful and cozy of course, but today I realized that the last time we moved away from the place where I was born, grew up in, graduated middle school and had all the greatest of the greatest memories with the most amazing people it felt right in the heart. It was hard leaving a place lite that, leaving home. This time is different. Sure I loved our last apartment, but not like the one where I grew up in and I'm sure I won't consider any home like that. I mean you get one place to call home and that will always be home.
Where my family are that's where my heart is. But then on the other hand is it home because of them or because of the place. The place I grew up in was not only home because of my family, but because of the place, the village, the people, my childhood. Having family right there is always a plus, but this time living here it's home because they are here not because this feels safe, not because this feels like always, like home.