Being in home is like magic moments, in a magic world, among maigcians.
Body is a home, a prison and a grave.
Home is everything you can walk to.
Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
Home is not where you are from, it is where you belong. Some of us travel the whole world to find it. Others, find it in a person.
Give your heart to a wanderer who found your soul and called it home.
Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.