Author of The HappiTraveler
What do you think of when you think of home? Is it where your family home is? Where you grew up? Where your parents live? I’ve been asking myself this question lately.
Having spent the majority of the last year on the road I’ve made a home wherever I’ve found myself. Efficiency apartments, hotel rooms, temporary housing, I’ve called all of these places home recently. Normally when I think of home I think of where my mom lives. We moved around a lot for my dad’s job when I was growing up, much like I am now, so no one place has ever really felt like home to me. Home to me has always been where I live right now.
I’ve always been a bit of a nomad and the last year has only reinforced that tendency. Getting to know a new town, figuring my way around, getting my new house in order, I find a certain pleasure in all of these things. And now with the technology that is so readily available I can visit with my family from almost anywhere.
I sometimes miss the familiar, my favorite coffee shop, bar, bookstore. I always just assume that they’ll all be there waiting when I get back. And I hope they will. But people and places come and go. It’s always interesting to see what has changed when I get back from a few months on the road.
What is your idea of home? What images and thoughts do the words “going home” conjure up for you? What do you want your children’s thoughts of home to be? Whatever your thoughts please share them here as I’d love to hear them.