Step 1 in the Journey: Defining “Home”

We all talk about “going home.”

The funny thing is that not many of us have defined “home,” so we don’t know where we want to go…yet.  So to me, the first step is to find it, then hone in on it as the “target.”

“Home” means different things to many people.  Ultimately, of course, home must be in that place reserved for us by our Creator.  But I speak of something more mundane…somewhere I can hang my hat and know that I will be there for the rest of my life.

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Home...where I live, not merely exist.

“Home,” in that sense, could be either a geographical place where the people and places share oneness with you.  Or home could be in the arms of people you love — but who love you, too.  “Home” could be where the best times of your life were spent, or with the people you spent the best times of your life with.  “Home” is not a competition — a place need not be exclusive of the people who love you, nor vice versa.

In the end, “home” is where you feel best.  Where at the end of every day, you heave a sigh of relief that you’re “home.”

I guess it all depends on priorities.

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Be grateful for the home you have, knowing that at this moment, all you have is all you need.  — Sarah Ban Breathnach

A few days ago, I launched my journey home.  Then, as now, I still am up in the air as to what or where my “home” is.  But when I finally find it, I’m sure I’ll say “I’ve known that all along.”  But with the way I think, I have to mentally — and spiritually — put my finger on it.

There are things you just can’t do in life. You can’t beat the phone company, you can’t make a waiter see you until he’s ready to see you, and you can’t go home again.  — Bill Bryson

This, to me, was a disappointing quote.  I think he’s wrong, and that after knowing what you would like to call “home,” you can go back.

You are a king by your own fireside, as much as any monarch in his throne. — Miguel de Cervantes

This is what I would like to be my home —

Home — that blessed word, which opens to the human heart the most perfect glimpse of Heaven, and helps to carry it thither, as on an angel’s wings.  — Lydia M. Child

There!  I’ve found my definition of home.  Now I can begin my quest to define it, then work my way to it.  In my next few blogs, I will explore the different places I have loved being in, and the reasons for loving the place.

Join me as I walk through these places of life, and love, and laughter; of pain, disappointment and sadness.  Places where I lived, not merely inhabited.

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