Home is not only a supper important place but also a really big emotional word.
I've always thought of my home as Destin, FL and of course my family. This past Memorial Day weekend I went home for the first time and didn't fully go "home." I stayed the weekend with one of my best girlfriends from Ole Miss, she's more of my family than my actual distant family.
It was strange going home and not seeing my grandparents. It was such an odd feeling because for so long I loved going and spending time with them. I wish I could have cherished the time I had with my family before everything got so complicated and messy between us family members.
I know no one is perfect and we all have our imperfections to deal with and our own personal insecurities, but you should always, no matter what the circumstances are, absolutely be able to go home and feel welcomed at home.
Value your time with your loved ones even though they may criticize and drive you crazy because you never know what could happen in this world. Life is short and the Earth still spins on its axils nothing remans the same and everything changes but the love you have for your home.
No matter how hard it came be going home, do it.