What’s a place you visited that felt like home?

The only place I’d ever visit or be at that feels like home is actually “my home.

The sweet, savory smell of my favorite soup ( made by my mum, of course!), not to mention the endless gists from my dad, and the general warmth in the atmosphere that envelopes me when I step my feet into the compound, will never be compared to anywhere else I’ll visit in the world.

Because home is the people, the laughter, the smells, the familiar voices and that indescribable feeling of being completely at ease with your people.