You Began To Feel Like Home Novels & Stories

But a full one. A chosen one. And for the first time in a long time, May felt it settle deep in her bones: This wasn’t just a family they were building. It was home.

But now, it was time to return to the place where it all began – the place where my heart truly belonged. As we made our way to the front door of our house, a wave of nostalgia washed over me. Memories of my childhood flooded back, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging that I had never experienced before. I'm just a week away from this new house of us but it feels like I grew up here and I'm years away from here.

And for the first time in forever, the house didn’t feel like a cage. It felt like a beginning

Safety. But now I’m here... it doesn’t feel like home anymore. The house looks the same, but it feels different. Bigger. Quieter. Like I’m standing outside somewhere I used to belong, instead of somewhere that’s mine. 'You’re being ridiculous.' Zanthe huffs at me. 'I bet the training centre will feel like home.' She paces closer in my mind, her tail flicking. 'Home is a feeling anyway, not a place. You just haven’t found it again yet.'

It felt like she's back in her home. ***

Content. For the first time since arriving here, I didn’t feel like an outsider. I felt… celebrated. And as I danced beneath the firelight, heart full and cheeks aching from smiling, I realized something quietly, firmly, undeniably true: This place was beginning to feel like home.

I say, almost like I’m figuring it out as I speak, “this place doesn’t feel like a house anymore.” She blinks at me, confused. “It feels like home,” I say. “My home.”

Impossible. But for the first time… It also didn’t feel entirely wrong. And maybe that was what scared me most. Because somewhere along the way, this kingdom stopped feeling temporary. It started feeling like home.

We're building a home. When I was a child, I thought that the house is the home. I thought home is a place because I always hear from them that there's no other place like home.But for me, home is a feeling. The feeling that drives you to be free, to rest, to continue amidst of all the chaos. I've been searching for that feeling. Never in my life, I felt being close to home. I always need to act okay. Act fine when I'm not and lie about the way I feel.

Finally, I felt that I was home. You