I want you to tell me what the word 'home' means to you.

The title is a question from Andrea Gibson's poem Asking Too Much. I'd like to answe most of the questions in that poem some time.

Home.

To me, home means safety. It means hot cups of tea and warm jumpers, it means not being scared or furstrated by anything or anyone around you.

Home is the chance to rest after a day of whatever you've been doing, or a place to hide from the world and recover from the difficult things it pushes onto you.

Home is feeling accepted and happy, feeling comfortable enough to cry or be incredibly intimate with someone, feeling secure in what you're doing.

Home means trust.

Right now, I do not feel at home. I feel out of place and like I'm just visiting, still. I've felt disconnected recently. But yesterday, my Uni application gt cleared, and I started pushing to finish coursework, and I'm starting to feel a little better. 

I also tidied my room and opened the curtain for once, which has really made a diffference.

But I should finish my coursework, now. Writing blog posts sprawled on a beanbag lounger is not how I should spend my evening.

Look, I'm growing up.