I have posed the question before: What is home to you? Is it where you are comfortable walking around in your underpants? Is it where you want to be at the end of the day? Is it where you curl up with your favorite book, friend, love, furry companion. Whatever home may be to you, it may also be the same exact thing to someone else. I was reading a short, sweet article from the beautiful pages of Artifact Uprising and I found this post about Joe. He spoke of his legacy.
It may be sentimental, or it may just be that that may be a bit about what home is to me. Once I have truly found home, I want it to feel like people will remember it when they remember me. My family will remember the home as a part of where we laughed, and had dinners, and cried, and cut up together. Home is personal, but legacy is community building, whether we realize it now or not.