Welcome home...

This is not my home of course, but it made me think of the word "home" and what exactly it means to me. I started to think of the several homes I have had over the past years and how symbolic and meaningful that word has become to me. I have always made a strong association with where I am in life and my home. Not meaning that... "Hey, I live in a nice house so I must be doing well." I am talking about being some place where you know you belong. A place where you say to yourself... "I am home... This is where I feel at peace." I know they say that home is where you hang your heart, and I was thinking today that if I were to hang my heart what would others see? Would they see a big, beautiful, well kept home, with many rooms, and a big open door to welcome loved ones? A place full of love and peace? A place where I would want to spend time... and a place where others would want to come visit? Or would they see a small house, one with not too many windows, door closed, shades drawn, overgrown and secluded? I would hope that they would see the first. I know that for me, my home is in the making. Every day I try to add something new to make it better, more welcoming, and a place full of love and peace. That way no matter where I am... there my mansion will be.