For most, the definition of home seems concrete.

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Home is where you live,
Where you reside,
Where you sleep at the end of the day,
Where your family grows and learns together.
Be it a house, an apartment, or a condo...

That’s home.

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But for me, home is a more abstract concept.

Where is my home?

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Is it the vast state of Texas,
Where cowboy boots and big trucks are around every corner?

Or perhaps the little town of Collinsville,
The place where my adoptive family brought me all those years ago?

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Is it the chilly state of Ohio,
Where snow blankets everything for much of the year?

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Do I have a home?