Home
Im going to marinate for a bit on a topic that is probably near and dear to alot of nomads hearts....home....
some say home is where the heart is, some say home is where you were born, some say its where you grew up, so i guess to everyone, home has a little different twist...
Recently, for the first time in my life ive started to feel like i dont belong at the home i grew in....traveling around the country and across the world really starts to make you reconsider what home means....recently i found myself walking around town with a friend across the country and i kept saying "Do you want to go home?" or "Im not ready to go home yet" and i realized that this "home" i was referring to was just a house that i had been staying at for 24 hours....and i was calling it home...and it made sense to me....
home to me has become the futon that i stayed on for 5 days or the hotel that i spend 4 nights at or the campground that i spent the weekend in...
i had always considered my home, Marietta, GA.
but now that i am sitting here at my desk in Marietta....i feel like those futons, campgrounds and hotels were just as much my home as my bed right here...
weird.
so ive been thinking about this alot and i guess what ive realized is that
for me, Home really is in your heart
home is the place that you feel comfortable
it is the place that has something that calls you there
and home can change every year, every month, every week
and i think you can have many homes for many different moments
so its so amazing to think about having homes all around the world
thats what traveling does to you
9 Comments:
i couldnt agree more. home is not where there heart is. i think home is what is in your heart.
my mom always yells at me when i say, "i need to get going home" when i am standing in her kitchen. she gets all offended and says something like "this is your home, you ARE home."
but i feel the same way, always refer to where ever i'm staying as HOME ... usually a fellow @er's house.
kinda like certain friends feel more like family
My House says to me," Do not leave me, for here dwells your past."
And the roads says to me, "Come and follow me,for I'm your future."
And I say to both my house and the road, "I have no past, nor have I a future. If I stay here, there is a going in my staying; and if I go, there is a staying in my going. Only love and death will change all things." GIBRAN KHALIL GIBRAN -
I agree with you dturk
The futon you sleep on will always be a home to you ... wherever we are you will have a home :)
Jen
I guess that means you'll be coming to NYC early then to hang out at "home" with us this weekend! The futon is YOURS, girl! Or even the right side of my bed if you want to spoon! Jen might get jealous though, so I'll be in the middle.
Totally. I remember having a complete reverse culture shock about two years ago when I spent new year's eve in the city I grew up in. I just could not cope with that crazy feeling of not being able to relate to my very own roots any more...
But then, I feel comfortable and "at home" in the most random and obscure places... Home definitely has a flowing definition.
Hugs to you, wherever you are calling home at the moment!!
Bee
xx
Hey babe,
Awesome weekend with you. Wish it was longer - hope you felt at home with us as we did with you. Next time, pedicures :)
Jen x
hey missy c u in India :)
hey babygirl,
thinkin about yous and wonderin how life is...
maybe we can connect in the next life when our cumulative work hours per week is less than 120...
=) miss you!
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