Welcome home
Does it feel like home?
Does it feel like, feel like…
Does it feel like home?
Will I ever know when it feels like home?
Jonezetta - Welcome Home
I’ve had this song stuck in my head all week. I can’t stop thinking about home. What it actually means to be home.
Some say home is where the heart is.
But I must admit that lately I’ve had a hard time understanding where my heart is and where it should be.
And I’ve heard that a house is made of walls and beams, but a home is built with love and dreams.
Well, my dreams they lead me to many places I don’t know of yet.
And someone said that every day was a journey, and that the journey itself was home.
Is it? Does home simple follow you wherever you choose to go?
But someone else said that home is one’s birthplace, ratified by memory.
Well, if this is true, I’ve got a birth certificate and plenty of memories to convince myself that this is home.
I think I’ll trust this one, though: “Home is the place where it feels right to walk around without shoes”.
So I guess it’s alright here in QC… at least it is during summertime.
