What is Home?

Is it a place? Is it the people? Is it a feeling? Is it within you? Is it in your significant others?
I have gone home to so many different people and places that it progressively gets difficult for me to define it.

I am at home enclosed within the walls at 15/3 Chinar Society, F4.25 St Marks Residences, 1 Devon Road.

I am home with A, J, S, T, S, D, P, R, R, P, M, S, N, J, M, A, Y...

I am home at AISC, FC, UoL...

I am home at EBL.

I am home jogging at Hyde Park on a spring morning.

I am home sitting at the shore watching the waves, listening.

I am home watching a sappy old film on my lappy.

I am home listening to whistling white and sipping coffee.

I am home amongst the smells of crisp new books, intermingled with the musty smell of old, yellow books.

I am home shopping at NEXT clearance.

I am home cooking aloo and dal-chawal.

I am home in my red elephant... I miss you *sniff sniff*

I am home making collages.

I am home sitting, waiting, wishing...

I am home. And that's what matters.


Home - Chris Daughtry.

I'm staring out into the night,
Trying to hide the pain.
I'm going to the place where love
And feeling good don't ever cost a thing.
And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain.

Well I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old,
So I'm going home.
Well I'm going home.

The miles are getting longer, it seems,
The closer I get to you.
I've not always been the best man or friend for you.
But your love remains true.
And I don't know why.
You always seem to give me another try.

So I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old,

Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all,
And then some you don't want.
Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all, yeah.

Oh, well I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old.
I said these places and these faces are getting old,
So I'm going home.
I'm going home.