Home Sweet Home

So what is home? Where is home? We connect such a deep meaning to the word home. It’s a place that gives us shelter, safety, comfort, warmth and so much more. Ever since we were kids we keep on referring to this mystical place called home. “I miss home.” “I want to go home.”

But what exactly is it?

Can a home consist of just a few boards nailed together into a shed? Could it be a random place somewhere underneath a bridge? Could it be a place where there is no building at all?

How large is home? Is it a specific spot, a house, a city or even a country? The more you think about it the more it starts to become fuzzy. It’s tough to pinpoint what home truly means to us.

I think over time as we grow up our idea of a home changes. When we were still little our home was always the safety of the home our parents provided to us. Growing up, it’s so very important to us to have in mind that special place we can always return to in case we fail. That’s one of the biggest motivators to people, to know that they can go out, experiment, try and discover and no matter what at the end of the day we can always go back to the safety and comfort of our home. We can fail as many times as we want but we can always return home and start all over.

Eventually, though, we start creating our own “homes”, places that make us feel like we belong. There are times when the place I want to call my home is in the skies above. Those short moments I can fly through the air like a bird I feel like I am at home. It’s a peaceful sensation telling me that there is nothing else I need.