This poem by Yrsa Daley-Ward from her book Bone, takes a beautiful perspective on what home is. She writes in dialogue to the one she loves. She is telling that person that it doesn’t matter if the physical place they are isn’t perfect. It only matters that they are together. The walls of the house are warm because they care and support each other. Often I think we tie our idea of home to stationary or physical things, but when you dig deeper into that it’s clear why those places are home. When you were there you were loved. Home is wherever you are treasured and wherever you are being cultivated, and only another soul can give that to you. You find home in souls.