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Home is where our family is
Home is where our childhood took place
Home is warmth

Home is where people’s thick dialect soothes my ears
Home is where the intimate mountain silhouette melts my heart
Home is connection

Familiar smells
Familiar tastes
Everywhere you turn

Home is a feeling
Home is where you call “home” without realizing it
Home is

Home is somewhere
You always belong

This poem was born out of a conversation I had with my friend. She and I both live far away from our home regions. Even though there are many things she likes about her current life in this city, she says, she would never call this place her home. “Home is something different. I can’t explain it. It’s a feeling.” After the conversation, I thought about my own hometown and wondered what made it feel like home.



Maiko Serizawa

A story writer and committed life appreciator living in Ottawa. Podcast, Book and Free Gift: