From playgrounds to favorite cafes, every spot in my hometown holds a piece of my heart.
The ache for home lives in all of us. The safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.
Home is people. Not a place. If you go back there after the people are gone, then all you can see is what is not there any more.
The magic thing about home is that it feels good to leave, and it feels even better to come back.
Nostalgia fills the air as I revisit the places that shaped my childhood in my hometown.
Home should be an anchor, a port in a storm, a refuge, a happy place in which to dwell, a place where we are loved and where we can love.