Home for me is not so much a geographic location as a sense of a place to which I can comfortably repair at the end of a long day and find the warmth, serenity, and security of a familiar place filled with people who mean the most to me. It is a spot where I long to be when I am not there, and which I enjoy when I am there. I have traveled extensively and have lived in several states on the eastern seaboard of the U.S. If there was any doubt about the fact that individuals about whom you care are what make a house a home, that doubt was eradicated eight years ago when my late wife passed away and I moved from New Jersey to Hilton Head Island, South Carolina with the hope that a supposedly spectacular location and lifestyle could make up for the loss of my life partner. It did not come close. I wound up moving after three years to North Carolina which is a fine state with numerous amenities, but which will never be home. Home will always be New Jersey where I was raised, married, had children, engaged in a profession, and lived life to the maximum. That is where the best experiences took place and the finest memories were produced. That is where my heart is though I now reside elsewhere. That is home.
Oddly, I do not long to go back or live again in New Jersey. Old times neither can nor should be re-created. So, there is no homesickness attached to living south of the Mason-Dixon line. The one time in my life I did experience homesickness was during the Autumn of my freshman year in college. I was over 400 miles from the home where I grew up and the people I knew best, living in a dormitory room harboring 3 people which had space for 2. It was a tough but necessary adjustment that most of us have gone through at one time or another in one way or another.
Enjoy your home!
Home for me will always be Texas, though I dont really plan on making it my permanent home of residence, i always love going back for visits.
A nice summer day (usually around 102 degrees F), sitting across the street from my aunts house, fishing in the tank, maybe a cold beer in one hand, with the horses and cows at my back and the mosquitos bitting at my ankles...thats home for me.
"You can take the boy away from the country, but you cant take the country out of the boy"
I call Europe home. When i travel, i realise how much i belong in Europe. Not any country, in particular. I like most of them. I feel most at home, in central European countries.
What i miss most, when i go away, is the sitting around in cafes people watching. This is catching on in other continents, but it is still not the same.
It's really a hard question.
I'm born in one place in France (Normandy), raised in another (Paris), then moved through France for 4 or 5 years before moving to Ireland, then England.
My familly's split all over the place, so I can't really relate to that to call a place home.
I think the closest thing to a home would have to be Paris, because it's where I can move around eyes closed, where I have my old friends.
On another end, I'm going there only for weekends, and I can't even think about living there ever again!
Conclusion : I think I haven't found the ellusive Home yet !
Maybe I'm a bit emotional today, but when I read Jimz post I had to try hard not to start crying...
It is interesting for me to read, that people who have moved a lot when they were little, find it harder to define 'home' and that a lot of them actually haven't got a/one 'place' they call 'home'...
Nice to get so many replies from u guys...
have a gret weekend, wherever you are... I'm at home and have been at home for 1,5 months and man- I'm enjoying it!!!!
couldn't agree with you more with your musings on the past, jim
home feels right.
I have no home. That is how it feels. I am not sure if I should be jealous to those who have or not, as travelling the globe and moving from country to country has always been my dream. Somehow though I may would like a place where it feels good to return.
I am from Belgium, but moved out when I was 22. Way too late in fact, but that's how it went... Belgium maybe sometimes felt as 'home' as in 'where my house and bed are'. It never felt like the place where I belonged though. I don't love my native country. I wish I could say it otherwise, but I just can't feel unconditional love for it. I love its beautiful cities and its nice sceneries, I dislike its conservative society where I always felt a bit like an alien. I do have some nice memories of course, even just the smell of the flowers in the garden or the sunsets on the beaches... but that doesn't make it a home to be proud of. I have very mixed feelings about Belgian society, combined with my travelling desires it makes me sort of in a love/hate relationship with the place I am from. I can honestly say the outside world always felt more appealing than Belgium itself, and I don't have any plans to go back anytime soon. My main memories are places, I left very few people behind as I always deliberately was a bit of a loner ; guess this helps when one wants to be on the road.
feeling like an alien- that's exactly the right words. I'm happy being back at 'home', but sometimes the attitude and knowledge people have here, makes me wonder...
on the other hand I say 'Thank You' every day, for the experiences I had, when I was far away from home, which taught me so much. Especially to appreciate things and persons you don't have arround you all the time... live for the moment!
Never having lived for long anywhere except where I live now I would call this home, but I have felt at home in other places because of the people I got to know there, so I would guess to me, home is where friends and family are.
Just on the topic I have often noticed, when we have visitors from overseas, we always refer to them as coming home (for the holidays, or to live), yet, in many case these people were born and lived their lives abroad. My only conclusion as to our use of this phrase is that they are coming to our home, to become, however briefly, part of our family. Just as we do when we visit them.