Home is constantly changing, and yet always the same.
For me, it used to be in Curaçao — now, it’s also here. In Zeist, then Lunetten, and now in Den Haag. But Utrecht still feels like home, and so does Sun Valley. I found home in Dunedin for six months, four years ago, and it still feels like home to me.

Home is a verb.
Many places, people, and things can be home.
It is a state, a type of comfort, an emotion.
It is intangible, yet we live in it.
It is a spell we cast on that we deem worthy.