Monday, November 12, 2007

Home

When you hear this word, what does it make you think of? Does it make you think of the house you grew up in? Does it make you think of your current home? Does it make you think of where you lived when you were little, but your parents moved away from shortly before you flew the coop?

For me, it makes me think of the home that I have built with my husband. The place where we are growing our family. It does not mean a specific house, only where my family currently lives. I say this because this weekend I went to my parent's house for a visit. Some people would consider this "home." I don't, and I think there are a couple of reasons for that.

1) My parents did a wonderful job of creating a sense of indepence in me at a very young age. I think they would say I was always independent. Because of this, I left "home" at 18 and have not lived there since. After college, I moved to the metroplex and I still live there.

2) The house where my parents currently live is not the house I "grew up" in. They moved to this house when I was in high school, so I only lived there for a couple of years.

3) I am particular, I like the way I do things, and the way I have things arranged. This is obviously not the case at my parent's house, because it is not my house! So, it doesn't feel like home.

4) I had great experiences and know lots of great people from where I grew up, but overall, they are not the type of people I want to be like. I don't want to be so focused on money and possessions, that other things fall by the wayside. Home should be where you feel comfortable, and I don't in AH (I will have to explain this strange place in another blog), I feel like an outsider (this is not a bad thing, please don't feel sorry for me!)

So......what is "home" to you? Comments?

4 comments:

Tessie said...

I think I feel like both places are home. Obviously I feel most comfortable in MY home here in TX, but I still consider MN home too. ROOTS AND WINGS! Or whatever. HAHA.

Anonymous said...

Unfortunately home is not this state! I miss the wide open spaces, trees bigger than the houses and yards with no privacy fences. The longer we stay, the more I mourn my children's lack of "freedom" in our city.... Oh to be home again....even if it did have a tin roof!
I'm in one of those funks!
Dal-

LoriD said...

I think I have two homes. My home where I lived with my parents has changed very little since I lived there. I feel as comfortable there as anywhere.

My home with my husband and kids is also my home... even though it's a lot messier than my other home!

Erin said...

Tess - I like how you put it, roots & wings!
Dal - the tin roof cracks me up!! Get out of your funk before Saturday! Love you!