Home and beyond

Home is where the heart is, but where exactly is my home?

The bricks and mortar of my house? The village (more of an urban sprawl) where I currently live? The country to which I give my loyalty?

I’ve moved around and where I was born is a distant memory, the town where I went to school  is a  strange place and the cities, which provided me with my university education, I’ve never been back to visit.

My heart lies perhaps in pieces and unsure of its resting place. However, these aren’t miserable fragments, merely disconnected and a record of my life’s journey. My current home is my comfort zone; the provider of security and continuity. It’s easy living here, the needs of my family are met. So take away that comfort, transplant me elsewhere, would I founder or thrive? Would I discover new roots to put down and grow or wither away?

If I let myself wander, I might climb to the top of a  mountain and erect a tent or maybe a treehouse in a jungle, or a luxury cruiser drifting between tropical islands. I could even fly  in a rocket to a faraway planet and colonise it.

My home is here, where I sit and type this, but my imagination has no boundaries and if I’m brave, no comfort zones to barricade myself behind.

Today’s book:

Frank Herbert – Dune

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6 comments

  1. Well written. I love my home, safe and peaceful.

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    1. Thank you. I’ve been fond of all my homes, but this one is special because it’s a family home.

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  2. Really lovely post! I love the idea of home being wherever I am. I can’t be separated from that idea.

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    1. When I was a student, home was my digs, where I lived, but it was also where my parents lived and where I visited during the holidays. I think we take ‘home’ with us.

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  3. Home is where my heart is. I’m a free spirit and constantly need to move on. My home is wherever I am.My apartment is my base, the world beyond its walls is my home. Ooo-errr, that was a bit deep! Sorry!

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    1. Feel free to go deep – I like the idea of a base and a home beyond it. My home and base are currently one in the same place, but in the past, my home has differed from my base, especially when I’ve lived abroad.

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