When college students go away to school, many times it is confusing where home really is. I never know if I am supposed to call my permanent address or school address home because for most of the year, I am at school.

And, when you end up spending the majority of your year at school, this can also make your hometown feel less homey.

For some students, the house you grew up in changes once you move away. Your bedroom isn’t your bedroom anymore, but your parents instead use it as their crafting room. Your bed and dresser are put in the basement of your house and nothing seems the same anymore.

So my question is: what is home?

Over the course of my years of becoming an adult, I have found that home isn’t a place. I feel at home when I am with my significant other or my mom.

I don’t have to be in a certain building to feel at home. I call these two people my home because of how I feel when I am around them: comforted, loved, and secure. These two people are my rock and are what I go to when I am hurt, lost, or need something.

So as cliché as it sounds, home doesn’t have to be a place. Home means something different to everyone, and everyone has their own unique interpretation of home. Take some time to reflect on what home means to you, and where, or who, that might be.