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1 — wherever my mom’s house is

2 — a place where you’ve accumulated memories in so many spots you can’t even count

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Bali, my little RV in Austin and wherever my mom is. ❤️

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Home is inside myself.

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"Home is whenever I'm with you..."

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It used to be where I grew up, but now it’s where I’m raising my own kids. The word home makes my heart hurt. I wish my parents were still married and still living in my childhood home- then I would probably still call Pleasanton, CA home. I didn’t have a home for so many years, and now I’m calling Port Moody home because I’m raising a family here. But honestly it still feels weird to call it that. Seems so permanent.

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It’s not a physical place. I feel at home when I’m with the people I love.

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That’s a deep and loaded question, for me at least. I’d need to think about that.

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It’s where-ever I lay my head down that evening, surrounded by the people I care about and love.

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Home is where many memories were made.

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Home is where many memories were made.

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Home is a place I know well. Home is where my family is.

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Home is anywhere I have a squad/support system.

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Once I’ve organized my bag, I’m pretty settled.

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I gave up my apartment in 2018 & been traveling since. Currently home is wherever my boat is docked. Been a lot of places but still haven’t found home. I think it’s more a feeling than a place.

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Home is where you belong and are accepted being who you are.

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No place truly feels like home as an immigrant. I find my home in my husband and son.

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It's not a place for me. It's a feeling.

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Fort Collins, Colorado.