In my mind, home is not one singular place but rather many different places or experiences.

For some it may be a hometown or a childhood house. For others, the sound of a Ford truck starting up or a local skating rink.

Home isn’t always a place. It can be a smell, like a cinnamon apple candle. Or a person, like a mother or a spouse.

I think that home is something that can only be defined by an individual. It means something different to everyone.

What is home to you?

– A.B.