I’m Home

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“Are you going home for (insert name of holiday here)?”  It’s a pretty common question asked of those of us who don’t currently live within a stone’s throw of the house they grew up in.

What is “home”?
Nine years ago my husband and I got married and I moved in with him.  We live in the house he grew up in with his mother.  He’s lived here a good portion of his life.  He likes to joke that he likes living here because he can find the bathroom in the dark. I think it’s pretty safe to say this is home to him.
But, last weekend we had the opportunity to see the newly- remodeled interior of the house my husband’s father and step-mom lived in for 40 years.  While he never lived there full time he spent an awful lot of time there as a child and as an adult. It was a second home.  He shared a lot of great memories with the new homeowners and we are so thankful that they allowed us to come poke around their stuff for a while.  As we were leaving it felt good.  It felt like closure.  That house is someone else’s home now.

My parents do still live in the house I grew up in.  On occasion I do spend the night there.   But that house isn’t home to me anymore.  It’s my mom and dad’s house now.  I sleep on the couch now.  You don’t sleep on the couch at home- at least not very often I hope.

 To some people home will always be the house or the town or the neighborhood they grew up in.  For me I guess it really is true that “Home is where the Heart Is”.  For me, home is where I am right now.   My home is where my stuff is.  And I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

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