What is home?

    The word 'home' is a daily reoccurrence in a person's mind. Whether a thought or a sentence, us humans long to go home. But what even is home? Is it that sort of thing that English teachers hand over on a paper and say your assignment is to explain if it's subjective or objective. I wouldn't even know what to write. Well the smarties would go for the objective route and explain the Oxford Dictionary's definition. The place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or a household. That's Oxford's definition by the way. I don't know if I can accept that. The dinosaurs used to have a permanent home. They would wake up, roam around, and be grateful that they would be here forever. Well until that astroid came. 

    The truth is the dinosaurs were never killed by that asteroid. Once that asteroid landed onto Earth it melted into the crust and created another layer where the dinosaurs roam now. Yes I believe in that version. That these huge creatures are still living happily on their side of town. They definitely have a more productive way of organizing society. For spending all their days outside, they sure were creative with their hiding spots.  

    Some people say that going outside increases creativity and it’s true. Once you experience the beauty of trees, leaves, and flowers you change. The welcoming nature that each flower express. The home a tree gives to birds as shelter. The leaves that are never comfortable in their shade. Nature is art and art imitates nature. For every animal out there, their home is nature. The cutting down of a tree, strips life from so much life. It reduces their home to a house that once was standing bright. 

    Here's what I forgot to tell you, the house is haunted and it’s slowly haunting us. The creakiness of the opening door tells us that this isn’t the home for us. Ghosts do not like people. It was their home first right? Or was it their home then it was flipped to a house. Becoming nothing more than a mere asset. A fantasy to new real estate agents that will foam at the mouth from the square feet. 

    Woah don't worry there's no ghosts here, trust me, I'm a professional at lying to people I would know. The creakiness is the house forcing itself to be a home. But we simply rejected its love. Correction, I embraced the love. Until the harmony was disrupted with punches in the wall, shouting echoing down the hall, and chaos inflicted by a wrong word. If walls could talk, they would put gossip blogs out of business. Or they would put it back in business. Whichever way you'd like to view it. 

    Some questions have no answers, but others do. Like space questions, a big part of people’s identity is living on this Earth. What goes beyond us and the human mind
can only be answered with a little faith in science and NASA. And God. So I ask God, NASA, and science one simple question. 

What is home?