When you think "Home", what comes to mind. Is it a place, a feeling, a person or

I can think of the many good times and family gatherings we had when I was a child. My summers at home playing outside from morning till night. But you mentioned a feeling. I think that would be uppermost in my mind. Surrounded by love would describe it best.
 
I think of a physical place, because to me, home is a place in one location, while family can be with you anywhere at anytime. I usually think of my favorite home when I think of home. :love_heart:
 

I always thought home was where my parents or grandparents lived. After leaving for military service and the 'family' moving, home was never the same. It became only a feeling and I have searched for it but never finding it ever since.
 
Its both a location and a "comfort zone". By that I mean a place where you are loved, where you are not judged, but can be yourself, with nothing to prove. But even if you make mistakes, your family is always supportive no matter what. I think most often of peace. I know all my neighbors in the 13 other houses on my street, and that is part of my home. When I lay my head down on my pillow, I feel that all is well, and look forward to the activities of the next day. There's nothing like the feeling of "home".
 
"home" has lost it's meaning. Family is all gone, friends are all over 1000 miles away, and my birthplace is nothing more than a documented toxic waste site.... My current house is "3 hots and a cot" in a town that has no personality and disability income will only get me homeless if I leave here. yippee...
 
It depends on when you are talking about home. There's your childhood home. Then there's everyplace you lay your head. Each has its own meaning. Fortunately, you can color each "home" with as much shading as you want.
 
My little apartment,where I feel safe,with my 2 kitties waiting for me when I return from errands,weekends with my grandkids....
There's really nothing special about it but I can relax,watch TV,read,I Have control of what happens, who comes and who goes.
 
Have been so blessed to always have "home" the house where our family resides. Growing up, "home" was my parents' house where it was safe and secure. We moved into our first home with running water in 1951 when I was 5 years old. That house was "home" until I married and began a home of our own.

During our 50+ years of marriage, we have lived in a number of "homes". Home is where my wife is and where we raised our children.

We were foster parents to a large number of children over the years. So many of those came from abusive environments. Those toxic environments were the only "home" they knew... until placed in a more stable/secure home. Some were appreciative and adapted well. Others had great difficulty understanding why our "home" was so different than the chaos they had lived in their entire lives.
 
When I think of home, I think of a place. My home is where I feel peace, love, comfort, security and happiness.
 
We too, have moved around a lot and "home" to me is my heritage calling me north. DH and I always think of New England as "home." Perhaps because it is where we met, married and had 2 of our sons. We managed to find work there several times - living in different places and now, getting ready to retire there.

I think my sons consider Nevada "home" since they spent most of their school years there and remember it vividly. I'll have to ask them.
 
My home was always where my parents lived,
not where I was born.

Since their deaths, I don't really have a strong
feeling of belonging, but I do have a strong
feeling of safety in my little flat/apartment.

This feeling may be because my parents always
traveled for work to India and after I grew up I
always traveled for work all around the World.

Mike.
 
I was an expat child. My parents moved to Hong Kong when I was a year old and I lived there, with a few 'home leave' visits to the UK until I was 19 when I came 'home' to the UK to go to University.

My parents always referred to 'home' as England. I on the other hand always thought of home as Hong Kong and when I did come 'home' I felt more like an immigrant here in England than anything else. The only thing I really had in common with my fellows was the language. It was very disorienting.

I've lived in the UK ever since, but somehow home, even 40 years on is still Hong Kong.
 
Clearwater, Florida. Where I was born and lived my first 20 years.

But like the man said: "You can't go home again".

 
Home is where I live now. Its perfect for me. Haven't been here long but turning it into my little nest and making changes so its personal to me.
Many times I have lived in places that did not feel like home but just where I lived at the time.

My spiritual home is the town of Glastonbury which I first visited about nine years ago with a meditation group. To be honest I think its time I went back for a visit to charge up the spiritual batteries.
 
What a great question. For me, home is a feeling, a place where I feel safe, comfortable, and around my loved ones. Luckily I have found it, to some degree, where ever I have lived. The place where I grew up has changed so much and everyone I knew has left, so I feel little attachment or sentiment.
 
I don't really feel that I belong to any one place or country, but I'm very happy with where I live now. Home is the place I live in. It's an old house with thick stone walls and a sturdy roof covered in Scottish slate. It has stood for almost 200 years and with TLC, might stand another 200. I feel safe and secure in it and in the fields that surround it I can watch the seasons come and go.

"This is my house and it's fine,
It's where I spend the vast majority of my time.
It's not perfect, but it's mine."

From "it's not perfect" by Tim Minchin.
 

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