What is Home to you?
Your origin? Or your destination?
Somewhere you come from or somewhere you arrive?
A place or a person?
Just recently, I was lucky enough to be able to safely travel to Romania, the country I was born - for the first time in 2 years. When I got off the plane, the sun was out at midday, sky so blue with a few fluffy cloud and the smell of the earth filling the air was so familiar, that it immediately invaded my chest and with no intention to cry, my eyes welled up. Its as if my cells were being zapped by a giant invisible and familiar magnetic field.
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