Wednesday, September 15, 2010

A Mental Snack (34)



Share your thoughts...


"Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to." ~ John Ed Pearce

What is your definition of home? It can be abstract or concrete. It can be the four walls that surround you, the hugs from your friends, that place you never visited but want to, etc. Tell us about your home. 

11 comments:

Nicole MacDonald said...

Home is my hut :) I did a post on it ages ago titled 'my favourite place in the world' and it really is :) I'm safe there, it's quite, people have to make an effort to get to me. My dogs have the time of their life up there *sigh* I'd quite happily live there and have food parcels dropped off by helicopter *grin* would be fun!

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E. Elle said...

I've blogged before about my inability to feel "at home" in the town where I grew up. My real feel-like-it's-home home has actually been my family's vacation spot my entire life. Every time I cross the bridge that connects the mainland and the island, I feel home.

Abstractly, home is where the music is. :o)

Theresa Milstein said...

For me, the true definition of home is where I feel loved and safe. I haven't always had that. I hope my children feel the way about the home I helped make for them.

Deborah Ann said...

Not a very happy place, but thanks to God, my kids had a much happier place to live.

Carolyn V. said...

Home is where my loved ones are.

Robert Guthrie said...

I like to be open to finding home wherever I am.

Tsionah N said...

I follow the saying "home is where the heart is." Personally, my heart can be in different places at different times. Sometimes, it is with my close friends who live far away. Sometimes it is when I'm riding the train over the bridge and river through Portland. It can also simply be my house. Other times, I feel like it is something I am still trying to find.

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The Words Crafter said...

Home is a double edged sword kind of thing with me. I love some of the memories associated with home.

Too, looking back, things seem rosier because life gets complicated, busier, and filled with more regrets, should-haves, etc.

Those things make memories of home shine a little brighter, even though the reality of the past was usually just as complicated, dark, or regret filled as the present.

So, I guess home is where I feel roots have been put down, a place I feel connected to. A place where I can just 'be' and not hide. A place where someone loves me and cares about me. A place where I matter.....

Smita Tewari said...

home is where I spent the happiest & most carefree days of my life with my parents, siblings!

Smita Tewari said...

home is where I spent my happiest, carefree days with my parents & siblings...

Tomas said...

Your wonderful statement awaken me to memory and just magically illuminated my many rooms in the home. Butterfly was to get in plaster to grasp that. Now I can rejoice at your wisdom that supports me to wash my window toward the life

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