Saturday, September 29, 2012

Where is home ?

    Where is home ? Is it the place you where born in ? Is it where you grew up and went to school at ? Is home where our parents live now? Is it somewhere different than where we were raised ? Is home where we live now in the present or is it where you go when no one else will take you in.

    What makes it a home once you have decided where home is? Is it the house you live in ? Or is home the people that live in that place called home? Homes can be various things from sprawling mansions to silver bullet mobile homes and everything in between. Ideally the people that live there make the dwelling the home.

   I have been restless and lonely and feeling like I am missing something lately. I finally figured it out the other day. I am homesick. That puts me in a spot. I don't know where home is. I am not missing my family. I know where they are and how they are and that is not it. I know where I want to go but everytime I have went there in the last 10 yrs or so I have only left feeling more lonely than ever.

   After 5 years of calling where I now live Johns place and of John telling me " Its our place." I guess I have a home.  Fredrick W. Robertson said  " Home is the one place in all this world where hearts are sure of each other. It is the place of confidence. It is the place where we tear off that mask of guarded and suspicious coldness which the world forces us to wear in self-defense, and where we pour out the unreserved communications of full and confiding hearts. It is the spot where expressions of tenderness gush out without any sensation of awkwardness and without any dread of ridicule. "

   If Robertsons' quote is true I must really finally have a place to call home and a person in it to make it a home with me.

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