BootsnAll Travel Community

What is home? Is it where you live? or where you want to live? Is it that place you always feel safe? Is it where you can always sleep well, where you cares just melt away?

I ask because I don't think I've ever had one.

E.

I think home is where you're at. Not always where your standing, but where you're living. It's a state of being. I guess a sense of security does come along with it, but I guess it's also the sense that some place is like an anchor in your life, for good or for worse. Maybe you know you don't live there anymore, and maybe that place isn't there anymore, but it was a rock for you at one point, where all of your memories are teathered to. Maybe home is lot's of places at once.

To be cliche and quote a movie, a somewhat relevant quote, from Garden State. Oh, how trite I am.

quote:

Largeman: You know that point in your life when you realize that the house that you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? All of the sudden even though you have some place where you can put your stuff that idea of home is gone.
Sam: I still feel at home in my house.
Largeman: You'll see when you move out it just sort of happens one day one day and it's just gone. And you can never get it back. It's like you get homesick for a place that doesn't exist. I mean it's like this right of passage, you know. You won't have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for you kids, for the family you start, it's like a cycle or something. I miss the idea of it. Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people who miss the same imaginary place.

everything is clapping today,
light,
sound,
motion,
all movement.
a rabbit i pass pulls a cymbal from a hidden pocket then winks.
this causes a few planets and i to go nuts and start grabbing each other.
someone sees this, calls a shink, tries to get me committed for being too happy.
listen: this world is the lunatic's sphere, dont always agree its real,
even with my feet upon it and the postman knowing my door
my address is somewhere else.

hafiz

Home is the earth. Family is the human race. Neighbors are every other living species. We're trashing our home. We fight with our family and we're killing our neighbors.

I was just wondering the same, what is home?

I feel like home when I am with the people I care of. I doesn't matter if we are living in a hause or a hostal. I feel home when I am sitting in the couch and watching tv at my boyfriends place. I also feel home when I go an visit a dear friend in Scotland or Switzerland. I guess home is a feeling of security. Home is somewhere or somebody you can always come back to.

I agree with Taylor; home is where you happen to be. If you don't feel like you've ever had one, it probably means you're labeling "home" in the traditional sense, but you've had a nomadic version.

I think you do create a sense of home from within, you're the center of it wherever you are. As Borderland says, we're all essentially a part of the same, all connected. We should make our happiness, be our kindest, right where we are at any given moment.

Home is where I feel most comfortable and relaxed. For the moment that is my parents house where I grew up. I'd moved out years ago but many places feel more like home than where I live. I think once you assign favourable importance to a place then it becomes 'homely' anyway.

elv

For me it's kinda weird. My parents built the house in which I grew up. It was a great place located in a not so great community. Very weird hometown with a whole variety of bizarre murders and other crimes. A few years ago my parents moved. They sold the house and moved out. They have an apartment now in a community they love. I live near Detroit, but I don't really feel at home there. I don't really feel at home at my Parent's place either. The only place I have ever really felt at home is where I went to school, Adrian College. That is the place I grew up and the place with a ton of great memories and the place where I still have a lot of friends who really care about me. The odd thing is, I never dream about the house I grew up in, but I do dream about a warped version of the town. Last summer I visted the place and it was very odd to be back. My dad and I drove by the old house and the house has really changed. Home is not a building - not even one that you built yourself. It is a place where you feel love and where you love others.
Jet

Home is where you feel secure and yourself. Its a state of mind for me. Its also a place where others can make you feel good about yourself. I'm home in San Francisco, in Goa and so far in my travels I felt at home in Cambodia. Home is where you can associate good memories with.Home is a feeling of comfort.

Right now my parents live in a city called Hyderabad..i was born there. But its not home for me and its sad as its their home...as they grew up there.

The closest to "home I've come is the road. When I'm traveling I sleep well. And for someone w/insomnia that alone is a good enough reason to stay some where. I've never had that place I can return to and feel safe. And while I live better on the road I have yet to figure out a way to stay there indefinitly. And I'm getting tired of not having a place to go home to. Homelessness when it a choice is the best way for me but when it is imposed on me, it's like prison. All I want is a place to sleep and when I wake to be happy there.

E.

home is in the moments where i feel totally unrestricted, and free. although, it keeps jumping around... if only i could find a way to pin point it whenever i really need it...

"Home is where your rump rests"
Pumba

E.