Where is Home?

For some it is a warm fire place, a cup of hot chocolate, and a good book.
For others it is a stroll along a path on a crisp autumn morn.

I have still to find where my home is.
A place where I can be myself, no one else but me.
A place with my friends, my hopes, my dreams.
A place where the only reality is the imagination.
I would be able to go anywhere, be anything.
Only I know where my home could be, where it someday will be.

For everyone their home is their’s.
A place where they can be themselves.
A person’s home is their home, where ever that might be.

Home.
Where is home.