Home isn't always a place. Sometimes it's a feeling. For me, most of the time, I associate the word "home" with how I feel when I am in a certain place or with a certain person. It's the feeling of a warm hug or something that puts a smile on my face. I called Red Bank, NJ "home" for almost 30 years, but always had a sense that I just didn't belong. After getting sober, I realized it wasn't the place. It was moreso the feelings I had within myself and the people around me.
Home is the feeling of peace and comfort and luckily I have finally found that.
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