A home? How do you define a ‘home’?

A place built from rock and sand — then painted afterward? A place to protect you from the scorching sun and destructive storms? A place to go after those neverending fake laughter? A place for you to express your true — self? I, define them, at least, so.

Yet I know, some people define them as an object; alive, and breathing. Simply someone who always welcomes them at their lowest times. Someone who gives them space for their random — shitty things they found at midday. Someone who gives them the warmest hug and the gentlest caress whenever they need some.

However, it isn’t valid. It can’t be proven. How they define ‘home’; it isn’t true.

Eighteen years of living, yet I have never met the ‘Someone’ they always talk about.

How about you? How do you define a noun; ‘Home’?