The idea of home is one that is important to all of us, and it comes at a price.  Home can be the house that we live in, the people we live with, or the country that we were born in; most likely it is all of the above.

Like most ideas, the reality of home often does not live up to our expectations, but then again, our expectations are often unrealistic.  To be home is to be secure, safe, and yourself.  Home ought to be where there are people that we care about, that we love, and the country that we call home ought to encompass our social and cultural beliefs while at the same time allowing for others theirs.

There are those that would break in our homes, and there are those in our families that we do not always get along with, and it is inevitable that there are those in our country that we passionately disagree with.

But, to have a home we must somehow rise above these realities.  We cannot let the issues and problems that goad us, define us.  We must open the doors and enter our homes with an open heart, ready to defend it if necessary, ready to argue a point and listen to someone we disagree with, and we must hope that the beliefs of some in our country, no matter how immoral, can be changed and they changed in to better people.

We must be happy to come home, and if we are not then it was never a home in the first place.