Home is the space where your breath slows,
where the weight of the world feels just a little lighter.
It’s the quiet hum of familiar things—
the creak of the floorboards,
the way the light falls just right in the afternoon.
Home is where you don’t need to explain yourself,
where the air carries a certain comfort,
a sense that you belong, even when you’re lost.
It’s the soft moments in between,
the pauses that say more than words ever could.
It’s the smell of coffee brewing in the morning,
the taste of something simple made just for you.
Home is the way a room holds memories,
both the ones you remember and the ones you’ve forgotten.
Home isn’t always neat or perfect—
it’s where the messy parts of you find peace.
It’s the warmth of a hand you know well,
and the space where you can just be,