I’m home! Back in Italy. But I was also home, back in Oregon. And sometimes I visit home, heading to my childhood haunts in Colorado. This trip has made me stop and ask, where is home? What makes a home? I certainly felt at home these last couple of weeks in Oregon, spending time with friends and being in a familiar town, even though I was staying in a hotel. And it also feels like I’m home now that I’m back in Italy in our apartment with my husband and son and very needy cat.
I was thinking about a few of the sayings about home we Americans have….
Home sweet home.
Home is where you hang your hat.
Home is where the heart is.
I think I can define “home” as any where I feel comfortable and accepted. It’s a feeling, not a place. I carry it with me, across the time zones and oceans and cultures. I find that I have multiple homes, even one here, in the virtual world. What a comforting thought!
With these thoughts on “home” I’m curious – where is your home? How do you define it for yourself?
PS – Wasn’t the view I had of the Alps on the way into Milan gorgeous today?