Home Is Where The Heart Is.

During my childhood, it was a blessing to have my neighbors congregate at my house. My siblings and I would take walks with my brother on the porch, play with race cars, or read books together. We would always have picnics, play flashlight tag, or take trips to the library with our neighbors. J, one of my closest childhood friends is someone I still keep in contact with today. He’s doing big things for himself and applying to graduate programs right now. I love keeping in touch with people who have known me for most of my life. Not everyone is so lucky.

Ironically, my Dad grew up having many of his neighbors, cousins, and family friends in his house too. I always want to maintain that tradition/lifestyle. The Pakistani culture, like many others, focuses on hospitality and making guests feel at ease. You have to make others feel comfortable and welcome in your home. Home isn’t always a place. Sometimes, you find it in a familiar face, scent, or thing. It’s that feeling of hugging someone after years of being away. It’s the smell of . Or finding your childhood stuffed animal. Do you know what I mean?

Sometimes, home is in the moments that make you feel alive. One of my favorite quotes is, the truth is that airports have seen more sincere kisses than wedding halls, and the walls of hospitals have heard more prayers than the walls of churches.” Sometimes, we forget that love and faith happen in the simplest moments. Cherish the moments now because they’ll be memories tomorrow. What’s one thing that reminds you of home? Or one of your favorite memories?

Wherever you are in the world I hope you are happy, healthy, and safe! <3