“Wheresoever she was, there was Eden.” ― Mark Twain, The Diary of Adam and Eve
Perhaps for some it is a place. A building, dwelling, or over there, on the edge of the mountain or by the river. For me, home is wherever that which I love best can be found. There need be no hearth, no specific locality or history.
The weather may be chill or warm, inclement or fair. Wherever my love will be, that will be home.