Home is where the heart is? OH. YES. IT IS.
I've called a lot of places 'home'. It got to the point where I was so institutionalised that I was calling 'home' the place where my bed was for the night. That's not what home is, in my opinion.
Home is where you feel safe, where you feel secure, where you feel unjudged and where you feel that you belong. Home doesn't necessarily mean with your birth family or where you were born. Home is the place that you can be yourself, no matter what. Home is where people accept you for who you are. You don't have to pretend to be someone you're not just to fit in. You just have to be YOU.
My home is with my foster family. And barely a day goes by where they don't say how much they care for me. They've always said that even at 21 (the point I'd have to move out) they'd still be here waiting for me if I needed anything. In their eyes, I am their daughter. They may be paid to be foster carers and to look after me and my kid foster brother, but that doesn't mean they don't care. A lot of foster carers do it to get paid. My foster parents do it because they care. They want to help. They want to provide a house for their foster children (and they're biological children for that matter) somewhere for them to call home.
If anything, that's what a child, a teenager, or an adult, needs best. To feel at home in their surroundings. Safe. Secure. Loved.
I've called a lot of places 'home'. It got to the point where I was so institutionalised that I was calling 'home' the place where my bed was for the night. That's not what home is, in my opinion.
Home is where you feel safe, where you feel secure, where you feel unjudged and where you feel that you belong. Home doesn't necessarily mean with your birth family or where you were born. Home is the place that you can be yourself, no matter what. Home is where people accept you for who you are. You don't have to pretend to be someone you're not just to fit in. You just have to be YOU.
My home is with my foster family. And barely a day goes by where they don't say how much they care for me. They've always said that even at 21 (the point I'd have to move out) they'd still be here waiting for me if I needed anything. In their eyes, I am their daughter. They may be paid to be foster carers and to look after me and my kid foster brother, but that doesn't mean they don't care. A lot of foster carers do it to get paid. My foster parents do it because they care. They want to help. They want to provide a house for their foster children (and they're biological children for that matter) somewhere for them to call home.
If anything, that's what a child, a teenager, or an adult, needs best. To feel at home in their surroundings. Safe. Secure. Loved.
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