Home
Tonight I had a conversation with friends that led to a delightful epiphany about my consistent quandary over what “home” means to me. I have lived in several places for years on end that have not felt like home to me at all and been in a few places for only a few days that I still miss and think of as “home”. There have been places that I have lived in that were extremely humble that felt warm and inviting and homey and beautiful houses that I felt uncomfortable in and eager to leave. In the midst of our conversation tonight it finally occurred to me that the common thread in the idea of home for me is a sense of peace, a place where my life was at a slower pace, and where there was time for me to enjoy talking and interacting with the people around me regardless of what the actual structure seemed to look like.
Waking up to this realization of what “home” means to me has caused a deluge of thoughts about how to purposely create a sense of home where ever I happen to be, and how to help others feel at home when they are with me. Perhaps the old saying is true, “Home IS where the heart is”.
