Home is a place, a feeling, and a person in my eyes. My partner & close friends are “home” to me when I’m with them. Several cities I’ve lived or worked in have felt like “home”, even if I’m not there frequently.
Home being a place is tricky when you move a lot. Never able to determine what all is going to fit into a new place, having to downsize unexpectedly, not being able to trick out your domicile the way that suits your style, all the things. I hear your frustration and weariness in your writing. Being Autistic, craving and needing the comfort and consistency that a home (place) can offer. Sending you love and comfort, Tiffy 💜
The feeling of home is so visceral. Safety, coziness, privacy, love, and the ability to decide the rules: who enters and who doesn’t, what color the walls are... it represents boundaries and belonging. I didn’t have that growing up, so now I savor it and never take it for granted. But I’m also at home as a nomad, and sometimes long for that freedom from responsibility. People will say “home is where your family ( or ❤️) is” but I agree that a tangible piece of earth where you can grow roots is a big relief, especially when you have a family.
I wrote about putting down roots for years, and each time I began to feel rooted, I was soon yanked up and moved. I resonate with your longing for home and it is also a concept I wrestle with and reckon with...especially now in a bicultural marriage with biracial kids...we will never be able to be in “homes” at the same time, since one is the US and one is Nicaragua. Thanks for sharing, and hugs to you and yours as y’all continue to work it out.
Home is a place, a feeling, and a person in my eyes. My partner & close friends are “home” to me when I’m with them. Several cities I’ve lived or worked in have felt like “home”, even if I’m not there frequently.
Home being a place is tricky when you move a lot. Never able to determine what all is going to fit into a new place, having to downsize unexpectedly, not being able to trick out your domicile the way that suits your style, all the things. I hear your frustration and weariness in your writing. Being Autistic, craving and needing the comfort and consistency that a home (place) can offer. Sending you love and comfort, Tiffy 💜
The feeling of home is so visceral. Safety, coziness, privacy, love, and the ability to decide the rules: who enters and who doesn’t, what color the walls are... it represents boundaries and belonging. I didn’t have that growing up, so now I savor it and never take it for granted. But I’m also at home as a nomad, and sometimes long for that freedom from responsibility. People will say “home is where your family ( or ❤️) is” but I agree that a tangible piece of earth where you can grow roots is a big relief, especially when you have a family.
I wrote about putting down roots for years, and each time I began to feel rooted, I was soon yanked up and moved. I resonate with your longing for home and it is also a concept I wrestle with and reckon with...especially now in a bicultural marriage with biracial kids...we will never be able to be in “homes” at the same time, since one is the US and one is Nicaragua. Thanks for sharing, and hugs to you and yours as y’all continue to work it out.