Home.

Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home

May be surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home

Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I’m lucky, I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm, I’ve got to go home

Let me go home
I’m just too far from where you are
I wanna come home

The song has been stuck in my mind the whole evening. I guess at the end of it all, home is where the heart truly belongs.

But a home does not need to be a physical building or a mega family. It could be a feeling, something big or something small, a memory or just one person. Whatever you feel is home, then that is your home.

This is my home:














P.S: loving rascal flatts at the moment.

-chelle-