Is this home?
Rapunzel never truly belonged in a home; nor did it seem that anyone wanted the young girl in theirs. Her home was violated, turned into a grey stony prison with the worst Warden imaginable. Her home wasn’t found in the cell they labeled as her room. It was the warmth she felt in her heart when she saw those that loved her. The ones who risked it all and broke her free. Through her friends they have taught her that home is always where the heart is. Imagining her home in a distant future she imagines the Sun always shining through all the windowed rooms to a beautiful cottage close to lavender fields. Where she could just paint and run barefoot, enjoying the gifts of the earth around her. Her home is with Pascal finding more paint brushes for their new collage. It would be with Max, hearing of all his brave stories, and listening tight as if they were real movies which played in your head. Home is where Eugene would be,for without his drive, and chivalry, she would not ever grasp the concept of what home really meant.
She chose to run; to escape the burdens of that dark tower; away from her captor as Rapunzel finally learned the beauty behind what the world was. She corrected all the horrifying myths mother would tell her. Her world was not ugly. It was hard, but it was still beautiful and worth living. She will do whatever she can in her powers, (and the ones she has yet to find within herself)to continue to enjoy her life.
Her home was where her friends were, where her loved ones were. In a place that you could feel the love they all had for one another; safety and warmth intertwining as threads that go into a quilt. All different patterns, colors and designs; but yet all willing to come together, to build something even more beautiful.
She did not end up where she thought she was going, but she did end up where she was meant to be.