Sunday, November 28, 2010

Home is... where exactly?

I've been thinking lately about how I used the word 'home.'  For example I spent Thanksgiving at my parent's home in Ohio and in conversation I referred to it as 'going home for Thanksgiving' even though I haven't really lived there since I was 18 (which was more years ago then I care to admit) so is it really 'home'? As I drove to my parents house and saw the familiar streets and landscapes my mind was flooded with memories of growing up and the time I spend there with my parents and brothers had the familiar feeling of being 'home'.

As I drove back and walked into my cozy little apartment in PA I called my boyfriend and announced that I was 'home.' Curling up on my couch, cooking on my kitchen, talking about anything and everything with Justin also had the unmistakable feeling of being 'home'.

About a year ago I went back to visit my alma mater and remember I was wandered around the campus and town and checked in with the professors that were my mentors and best friends I also had that comfortable, safe, and happy feeling of being 'home'.

So where exactly is my home? Maybe the clique 'home is where the heart is' has some truth to it and my heart is slip up in various locations and I have many places to call home.
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  1. The Jones'sDecember 1, 2010 at 7:41 PM

    I agree! I think the feelings of home can be in many places, and oddly enough our "homes" are pretty similar - Grandma's house in State College, and SVU. I just can't wait to have my own real "home" with my husband, a place that we own exclusively and can truly make our own. Each home has the spirit invited into it, and I think the influence of the Holy Ghost can also make a place, like the temple, feel so much like the home we knew in Heaven.

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