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.