I always seek home, no matter where I am. I love being in my cave more than alfresco. I have lived in the apartment No.7 of building No.333 for one and half year and found my solitude whispering me, my heart. This is the place where I have found sunrises are the most beautiful when touched with teary eyes and hopeful heart. Everyday something or should I say someone reminded me that I am not Alone. Now my skies move with me and so do earth beneath me.

I moved into flat no.7 on Christmas Day, carrying with me the weight of leaving my hometown behind. The festive season, usually filled with joy and warmth, felt bittersweet as I unpacked boxes in an unfamiliar space. It wasn’t just a change of address; it was the closing of one chapter and the uncertain beginning of another. As much as I tried to embrace the holiday spirit, there was an undeniable ache that came with the realization that I was stepping into a new life, far from the comfort of what I had once called home.

They say, "Home is where the heart is," and I find that to be profoundly true. My home isn't confined to walls and a roof, but rather, it moves with me, carried by the essence of my heart. Each place I visit, every stroll I take, and all the memories I make add a new layer to my ever-evolving home. Everytime shifting homes have made me realize, no matter where I am, my heart leads the way, creating a home that is both portable and permanent. It's a home that grows with me, shaped by my dreams, daydreams, and the love I hold for the world and its wonders. Moving houses have helped me grow my wits stronger to see the beauty in everything and everyone around.

As an avid reader and writer, my imagination weaves a tapestry of comfort and familiarity wherever I go. When I step outside and observe nature, the sights and sounds become part of my sanctuary. In those moments, the world itself transforms into a home where I feel safe and inspired. Journaling helps me anchor my thoughts and experiences, turning fleeting moments into lasting memories. My home, in essence, is a collection of these cherished memories, nestled in the pages of my journal and the recesses of my mind.

But no home is truly complete without the people who fill it with warmth, love, and laughter. For me, friendship has been the beating heart that turns my space into a sanctuary. It's the friends who have walked through the door and left behind pieces of themselves in my life who make my house feel like more than just a structure — it becomes a living paradise. These cherished souls are the reason my home breathes with life, as they bring a sense of belonging that transcends walls and furniture. These friends are my anchors, grounding me when the world outside feels too chaotic. Whether it’s sharing a cup of tea over deep conversations or simply sitting together in comfortable silence, their presence adds warmth and meaning to my life. They've turned ordinary days into treasured memories.

Home, for me, is in the details—the laughter that echoes through the hallways, the shared meals, the understanding nods, and the way a friend’s presence makes even the smallest corner feel like a safe haven. Without these people, my home would be just another place. It’s their love, their energy, and their companionship that transforms it into something special—a place where I can truly rest, reflect, and recharge.

It's funny how, as much as I cherish my solitude, I realize that my friends have woven themselves into the fabric of my life in a way that solitude could never replace. They’ve helped me discover that home is not just a destination, but a journey shared with others. Whether we’re sitting on the couch binge-watching a favorite show, or talking about our dreams, these moments have become the heartbeats of my home.

So, when I think of home, I think of more than a physical space. I think of the friendships that have shaped it, the people who have turned empty rooms into living, breathing memories. And as I continue to find my feet, wherever I go, I know one thing for sure—I’ll always carry a piece of them with me, making every new place a home in its own way.