There’s no place like home

We live somewhere while growing up. Learn to refer to it as home. A solid place that is always there. That we keep going back to. We’ll leave for school and work. But always come back.

That’s home.

It’s a place where we can be ourselves. Which may turn out for good or bad. When we go to work or school, out among other people, we’re expected to behave in certain ways to fit in with the larger group. But at home we can relax. Do what we want to do. There’s more freedom to be me.

That might be the concept of ‘home’: That little piece of the world that I control.

I lived in one place all the way until I went to college. Not that way for many kids. Those first years of life might include several moves. So for them, over the years, there are multiple homes.

That’s clearly a very different feeling than if you lived all your life in one place. But does someone who has moved feel less strongly about home? Not really.

“If you go anywhere, even paradise, you will miss your home.”

Malala Yousafzai

Traveling and home

White traveling, I’ve been blessed with staying with families. It could be for a few days or longer. Of course they would refer to their residence as home. Because it was home for…