The World is Your Home

"Home is where the heart is"

A home is a complex word now that a lot of people have defined it in many different ways. Even I cannot simply say that my home is where I was born because I was born in a hospital and that is simply not my home. I could say my home is where I grew up, but what if you had a terrible upbringing in that certain place? I cannot say it's my home. For some of us, we find home a long time maybe because 'home' is a person we've all been looking for or a place very far away from where we were born and got there just on time to experience it.

"People usually are the happiest at home." - Willaim Shakespeare 

What I love about my house, which I call home, is that I can be ugly for as long as I want, for as much as I want and no one will judge me. I don't even have to wake up really early, fix my hair, or shower. And there's always food on the table, which is the best thing—thanks to my mother. Other than that, being at home is always SO comfortable, cozy, and you get a sigh of relief whenever you see everyone you love in one place. 

"If there is one global thing we all share, no matter our race, income, religion, or beliefs; it is that we all want a place to call home."

When I visited TOPS in Busay, Cebu, I realized why can't the world be my home?  Expand my borders and be comfortable to any place I go. In my vacant time, I sometimes think of an imaginary world where everyone is welcome; free from judgments, greed, and hate. I guess I'm thinking too far out of the box here since even at home we have small fights about small things. And calling the world, outside my home borders, can be both heaven and hell. For me, the world can't be my home even if it's paradise. But the person/s I am with at the moment, no matter how hideous and vile the site is, if I feel welcomed and received, then I am at home that's what I think is important.