Home: one's dwelling place. I made a list. I've lived in 24 as best I can remember. I'm not sure any of them felt like a home-is-where-the-heart-is place. The summer I turned 11 we left the childhood home for our usual summer vacation visiting the grandparents. And never lived there again.
To me home is not a permanent thing, there's no place to go back to. There is only here, now.
Bonus word! H is for Hard (as in: it doesn't have to be) at the Radiant Recovery Community Forum. Read about it here
