What is a home?
Is it like dictionary.com suggests.. ‘the place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or a household’? and if so, why is it that I feel more at home anywhere but?
For the past 4 years I have been bopping from place to place like an air hockey puck mid game. I went from Southampton – Australia – back to Southampton – Salisbury – Greece – back to Southampton – moved in with friends.. moved back to my mums. It’s been a fucking whirlwind but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Home is more to me than the place that holds my belongings and has a bath tub. It’s a feeling.. a comfort. If only for a moment. It’s that warmth that emanates from deep within your stomach when you realise that you would do anything to embody that particular emotion for longer. It could be a house, a person, a song, a smell.. a cup of tea. It’s like a silent buzz that encompasses your whole being, “yes… this, this is home”.
I think that’s why I feel more at home, away from ‘home’. People often say to me “I don’t know how you do it” “I wouldn’t be able to be away from home for so long” but I guess that is where the expression ‘home is where the heart is’ comes into play.
And my heart is scattered all over the place.