You know something is important when someone took the time to sew it on a pillow.
Home sweet home for me was always my parents' house, the house that I lived in from age 2-18 and off and on during college.
Home sweet home was always my hometown, when I would be overcome with peace and know that I was home.
After college, when my life didn't take me home sweet home, it took me a while to feel comfortable.
However, I've found a different meaning of home sweet home - another phrase that is often sewn on decorative pillows - home is where the heart is.
I don't know exactly where I will be in the future, but wherever my love is, that's where home is. My heart is always with Nate, so wherever he is, that's home.
For that reason, I have always felt comfortable where he lived, more comfortable than when I lived in a city by myself. He had my heart and wherever he was felt like home.
Thankfully now that we're in the same town, I finally feel like I have a home sweet home again.