For most of us, quarantine has kept us inside our houses for months, unable to properly go out other than to the store or small places for important things. But for a lot of people, home isn’t the place where we live with family. It’s not a place with any family at all. The true meaning of a home is a happy place, where you can live and be loved, and for many, their place of residence is most certainly not that. I’ve accumulated my own “home” through friends and other certain people. A way for me to know I’m loved and where I can express that same love back. Being in quarantine has personally isolated me from that version of home, and I feel as if rather than keeping us trapped inside, I’m being locked out. There is no real solution. The little time I would get to spend with them if I were even able to is not the same, and as someone who craves physical touch, it’s a depressing thought to be so close to someone but not. In the end, all I can do is wait patiently until I can return home.