There’s no place like home. But where exactly is home?
Very early this morning, while taking my daily walk, a car slowed down, then pulled up along side of me. The window rolled down and the man inside asked me for directions. What surprised me more than anything was that I was actually able to help him. A few minutes later, I espied the woman who I’ve seen a few times before, walking her Doberman. We usually wave to each other, but this morning she decided she wanted to chat. A little later, the thought dawned on me: ‘Am I a local?’
I have lived in New York City since I was a teenager. It is my home. I identify with it. I connect to it. I feel a part of it.
And yet, for the last 12 weeks I have been living on the side of a mountain in rural Vermont. It makes me wonder, what is home?
Many of the people reading this may be living in new locations, under surprising conditions, perhaps with roommates that they didn’t expect, or are traveling between multiple locations trying to settle down. What do you consider to be ‘home’?
Is it where your people are? Is it a location? Is it where you have a sense of familiarity and comfort? Is it where you can feel your whole body take a big sigh of relief? Is it Kansas?!
Whatever your home is, I hope it is providing you with a sense of genuine safety, comfort and peace.
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