One thing I love about home is,
There is never a pressure,
No one is waiting there for me to crack,
The next best thing,
You know,
They just don’t care much,
At home, they love me,
Because that’s what they know,

Irrespective of the places I visit,
Good jobs, projects I do,
There is not an exponential happiness,
Or change in their behavior,
They accept me,
And they love me for the whole person I am,

Bad days, worst days,
Deaths,
Celebrations,
Through everything,
It feels I can get through,
Nothing to worry about,
It falls on you, and you go through it,

They have already accepted you,
And now momentary consequences
Won’t change this love,
That is what I love about home,

They are usually worried about if I ate my food,
Not about how that presentation went,
About which I was so worried,\

It is so freeing you to know,
To have a home,
Where biggest concerns are not my success
But when will I return home?
Will I be alright?

And to live with the values,
Values my grandfather build this home with,
I remembered, 
I love actually
This neutral reaction of theirs,
Did this that and then that,
Okay great,
Did not get through that and that,
Also okay,

A crisis,
A cry,
Something lost,
You lost,
Broken, You can get through,
And you help them get through theirs,\

Home,
A place where you feel you belong
Imperfect people,
Imperfect homes,
Perfect matches!