What is home? How would you define it? How is one supposed to define it? Is it a place where you sleep and eat? I am privileged and should not have these questions ringing in my head all day and night. There’s millions in this country alone who call the pavement and side walks their homes. Then why do i keep dreaming of home? Why do i have a new home in every one of them? Why do i have such a hard time accepting that the one we already live in is home enough. The one we lived in before was home enough. The one we’ll move into will also be home. We will carry the ghost of home wherever we go, and it will fill whatever four walls we take it to.