To me, home isn’t a place. It’s not a city or a town or a residence. Home is a feeling. By this I mean a feeling of absolute comfort and relaxation. When I’m with my family and my best friends, I am the best version of myself. This, to me, is being home. In London, I feel most at home when I’m laughing so hard with my friends that my stomach hurts or smiling so much that my face gets sore. I can feel at home anywhere if I’m with the right people.