what is home?

What is home? Because both Portland and Vilnius are my home in different ways and neither of them are completely my home. Is home a place? Will I be looking for the right place all my life, the one that feels just right or offers just the right things? I don't think home is a place. I think home is a community. And by community, I mean a group of souls with which you commune. No matter whether they live with you, or live all the way across the world, you can feel their heart beat and you cry or laugh when they do and you can speak to each other in the deepest silence. After all, what is heaven other than a perfect community? Souls without boundaries.

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