Home is not where your house is. It's where your heart is. It's where you are comfortable, where you are most at ease, where you have a life that hopefully, satisfies you most.
And my parents' house in Guelph, I've discovered, is not my 'home.' It's a house, the one I grew up in, the one that has all my things from my past life. But my home, where my life is now, right now, seems to be at Northern Sun Farm. It's certainly a special place that I hold dear to me, but it might not be my home forever... we'll see.
Home is where you feel loved. Sure, my mom and dad love me, but I don't feel our lifestyles can be in synch, since what my family does and what I believe to be what is satisfying aren't at all the same. I feel frustrated and I truly, as I once predicted, I believe that I could not live here happily.
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