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Is home a state of mind?

Home is where you hang your hat.

Home is where the heart is.

Once, in a book club, we discussed the meaning of home.  Everyone shared differences and common themes.  Is it where your stuff is? Is it where your family is?  Is it wherever you happen to be?  Is it a feeling or something more tangible?

When I go “home” to visit my folks I am not really going home.  I didn’t grow up there. The house where I grew up isn’t home.  I moved out as soon as I was able.  I have moved many times.  I’ve lived in apartments and money pits and beautiful houses on tree lined streets.  I live in a much older home now. It smells funny but has good energy.   

Home is where I feel safe mentally, emotionally, physically.  It’s a literal space.  It’s a space in my heart. My home is my sanctuary.  I’ve loved this house from the moment I stepped foot in it.  It feels so good to me. It feels safe and comfortable.  I look forward to spending time in it.  I live there with my little family.  And that, I’ve decided, is home.  My family is home.  Feeling comfortable in my own skin in my house with my little people, that is home.