But, what is home?

Home is not merely a number that forms an address, but that tender space that has allowed us to pour our full selves into

Home is not merely a series of interconnected walls, but the special space that allows us to move and grow in, always a work in progress

Home is not merely a place with large windows, but a space of daily rituals where we welcome in the sun and say goodnight to the starry night

Home is not merely the place we display all our pretty little things, but each object reflects both what we like and  who we once were

Home is not merely a sanctuary for candlelight dinners, but that intimate space that holds our deepest secrets, our darkest moments, and where our hearts have been comforted by a hug

Home is not merely a wild garden, but with the nurturing touch of a human hand it transforms into an abundant apple tree

Home is simply where the heart is, where we feel that infinite love, that zest for life itself, and where we pray that the best has yet to come.