From being a stranger to Feeling at Home

Listening to the rain hitting the window in my office, 
staring at the quotes on my wall.

Trying to come up with something brillant in my mind.
 I see my journal laying there on my desk.

I flip the pages with urgency, looking for the truth in the boldly written words .

"The moon is so bright from my bedroom window.It speaks many words-- some night's I feel as if the moon speaks so fast I cant keep up.Other times It is as if every word echoes in my heart.It feels like home yet I still feel like a stranger
I miss leaning on the fence post in the back field.I miss the heart I drew with nail polish in the pavement, or the creaking noise of the basketball net on a windy night.All the lights of the city shinning as bright as the sun.The lights all put together could create a wonderful master piece of light."

What makes you feel at home ?
 What is your deffintion of home?