Home, the physical space is on Homecoming Lane. Home, the mental space, is my heart and mind where I find joy and sadness, curiosity and intrigue. In the latter two, I can be transported to all those things that will lend to my mental exploration, and to wander to new territory, yet remain in my physical dwelling. My home base.
I like the question- thought provoking. One daughter lives nearby, the other on the opposite coast. Hard to have her so far from "home." I drive along roads that I've known all my life: who lived there, who crashed their car nearby, the time I went to a party. I know these places having passed them for decades. No map needed. That feels like home to me.
Home is where you return after a vacation. You love the vacation, but it is nice, after a lengthy drive and picking up the cats from boarding to relax with your love and the kitties in a familiar and comfortable place!
This is a fabulous question, Mary, and one I think about often. I wish our society was one in which three or even four generations live in a single household. We'd probably get on eachother's nerves, but we'd certainly never feel alone or wonder where home is.
Yes, I agree. Or at least on a "Family Compound" so we'd each have space and could choose when to see one another. No, we'd never feel alone, would we?
Home, the physical space is on Homecoming Lane. Home, the mental space, is my heart and mind where I find joy and sadness, curiosity and intrigue. In the latter two, I can be transported to all those things that will lend to my mental exploration, and to wander to new territory, yet remain in my physical dwelling. My home base.
I love the distinction of the physical space and the mental space. What a beautiful view and your description gave me a sense of "home." Thank you!
I like the question- thought provoking. One daughter lives nearby, the other on the opposite coast. Hard to have her so far from "home." I drive along roads that I've known all my life: who lived there, who crashed their car nearby, the time I went to a party. I know these places having passed them for decades. No map needed. That feels like home to me.
Oh, this is a magical passage, JB9 . Thank you for sharing your "home" with me and the others who share and read here.
Such a thought-provoking post, Mary - I'm so grateful to have read it. Thank you. 🏡
And I, so very grateful for you to have read it, Rebecca. Thank you!
Home is where you return after a vacation. You love the vacation, but it is nice, after a lengthy drive and picking up the cats from boarding to relax with your love and the kitties in a familiar and comfortable place!
I like that.
This is a fabulous question, Mary, and one I think about often. I wish our society was one in which three or even four generations live in a single household. We'd probably get on eachother's nerves, but we'd certainly never feel alone or wonder where home is.
Yes, I agree. Or at least on a "Family Compound" so we'd each have space and could choose when to see one another. No, we'd never feel alone, would we?
Yes, a compound would be ideal!