What is home? For the first 25 years of my life, it was a place. Then it became a person. First, my mother, then my husband. But what is home really?

After moving away from any place that traditionally referred to as home, with ‘my home’, my husband, I still miss home. Initially it was an unsettling feeling because I thought I settled on the concept that home is not a place but a person. I had to explore this feeling as my priority in life is to first take care of myself.Understanding what I like, what I don’t, and being aware of what specifically troubles me is a big part of it.