After living on my own for some time, there is something very important I’m slowly learning about myself. That all I need in my life is love. Not just the romantic kind of love, but love from family, love from close friends, love around me. It is different having love with you than just knowing it’s there somewhere. It needs to be felt. It has an inexplicable touch, an indescribable warmth, holding the capability to make the sounds you hear different, to change what you see, alters how you taste. There is something so rare as a warm embrace from a loved one. It’s in that precious ease of feeling at home. When it comes down to it, life is all about the human connections you make; in the end that’s all we're left with. We recurringly need to return home or go somewhere, to someone, and become filled with that precious necessity of life; by a hug, by a smile, by that out of body connection passed through our skins and into our souls. Maybe that’s why we all yearn for a feeling of home- to go back to a time where all we knew was love. If I cannot feel that- if I do not have love- then I’m not happy.