Home is where the heart is.

[Kean]

I came across an old thread in the cemetry that has long passed on but it posed the question of where you consider your home?

It got me thinking so I thought it would be an interesting topic to revive.


I have always believed that my home was Limerick, Ireland. I was born and raised here. Everything that is familiar to me is here. My family of course is here too, but also the streets and the people. I love how fresh and pure the city feels on a frosty morning with everything from the rooftops down to the blades of grass are glossed in shinning white. I love the humour of the people, they way the speak ,all those lovely 'Limerickisms' that make this place feel like home. Or how a cup of tea is both a social gathering and a solution to any problem. I love the rain! lol I love how the city is literally painted red once the rugby season comes into full effect. I love to walk along the Shannon Banks in the summertime.

What I have found this year is that no matter where I go I take this with me. I was Sydney for a month and I could absolutely see a life for myself there. We had Christmas in July and dinner parties while endless cups of tea were drunk 34 floors in the air watching as the city buzzed. That felt like home too.

I lived in MA for the last four months of the year and I think that felt the most 'right'. Not because it was Massachusetts (although it is stunning) but because I created a family for myself with my friends. Since I've come back to Ireland I have missed that, missed them.

So right now, for me, home is where my friends are, the little family we made when we were a million miles away from our own.

Corny as hell but true...so where is your home?

 

[JenniferAlice]

I've never really had a strong sense of home..
Wherever I lay my phone, that's my home.

 

[Revolver]

Well, I've lived in Cedar Falls for about a year and a half now, but I don't really consider it my own. I have no real attachment to this place, or the community. I spend most of my time thinking about where I'd like to go next, and don't plan on making visits here when I'm gone. I spent about 17 years living in a little town called Decorah a couple hours north of where I live now. Even though I'm not staying there currently, I still visit and my parents live there and many friends do as well. Everything about it is familiar and nostalgic and important to me, so as of this point in my life, that is where I consider my home even if I live somewhere else.

 

[Bluebird]

I've lived my whole life in Glasgow, Scotland. My family's lived here, this is my home. Even when I go abroad, on holiday or whatever, I end up missing Glasgow. It doesn't look like anywhere else with the old tenements (maybe New York), so it's very obvious that I'm not at home whenever I go away.

 

[Blondie Bear]

I'm with Spoons. I hated Hawaii when I lived there, I'm not really close to anyone in my family except my sister, and since leaving there I haven't been anywhere long enough to settle in and feel homey. In fact, I often catch myself thinking, "I want to go home," even when I'm sitting on my bed. I don't know where home is. Maybe I'll know it when I find it. I was most comfortable when I was in Washington State, but I think that was more the people than the place, and I haven't managed to keep up with any of them.

 

[Shayla]

Where my home is?
Hm, it's a bit hard to answer that one, but I'll try to be as honest as I can.

I've been through alot in my life. I've seen many places, even lived in some of them. Also I've seen and witnessed things at an early age I'd rather not. Life hasn't been very kind to me so far and if somebody's asking me where my home is, I honestly can't find an acceptable answer.
A few years ago, I would've probalby answered without a second thought. Told whomever asked me that,"home is where the heart is, and mine is with my family and friends"
But now, I could still say that my home is where I live, but that ain't what's been asked here. And saying that my home is where my heart is, as with my family and my friend would be the biggest lie ever.
so the only truthfull answer to your question is that I don't really have a home. I'm know that that sounds harsh to you, but its what I've been feeling for a while.
my life has turned me into a person who doesn't trust easily and hides her emotions behind a calm and very controled mask. Now many of you might think that I'm in desperate need of therapy. lol. Yeah, sure. But maybe I don't want that. But I'm getting sidetracked now.

So honestly. I've thought about this for the last hour while I've been writing this. And I think that I can savely tell you that my home is with me.
I am my socalled 'home'

( And thruth be told, realizing this is something absolutly new to me. And I CAN'T believe that I actually posted this! Cause a few seconds ago I really wanted to delete my ramble here!)

Uhm,...I'm shutting up now

 

[white avenger]

I've lived a lot of places and made a lot of friends along the way, but I always find myself irresistibly drawn back here. This is my home, the place where my family lives. At the risk of sounding corny, like Scarlett O'Hara, I draw strength from the red soil of Georgia. My ancestors refused to be marched down the Trail of Tears to Oklahoma, refused to leave when Sherman marched through, leaving nothing but destruction in his wake, and refused to leave when the Great Depression took away all of the work in the area. We've fought British, Yankees, Mexicans, Germans, Japanese, Koreans, Viet Namese, and anybody else that needed fighting, but when the fighting was finally over, we always came back here. I guess I'm just a fat ol' demon, and this is my hellmouth.

 

[Cohen]

Columbia, SC. I've always lived here, and I don't know if I'll ever leave (of course, I'd like to travel). And it would be killer to live in places such as LA or NYC, but my friends are here. My family is here. Even if I moved to those other places, my home would probably still remain here.

 

[itsxpaperdoll]

In fact, I often catch myself thinking, "I want to go home," even when I'm sitting on my bed. I don't know where home is. Maybe I'll know it when I find it.

Same here. I've never really had a gang (or little family as Kean described it) of friends, to make me feel at home wherever they are, or what ever. Now I call both Maastricht and Haarlem (where I was born and raised, altough technically, that was in a shite village really close to it, but I definitely never considered myself as being from Heemstede, but from Haarlem) home. I think I still have to find a place I can call home.
Funnily enough, I think that might be somewhere in the UK. When I'm there, the people are not exactly overly nice, and I do miss metres and kilograms, but still everything seems to make sense in some way or another. I had the same with Spain, but there you've got the language issue, so I will just go there on holidays.

Right now however I really understand BB's feeling of sitting in my own room, thinking I want to go home.

 

[Lou]

That's easy.
My home is here.

I have NO desire to move or even go many places to visit.

My family is here, my friends were here. My life is dull compared to other people, I go the same places all the time, my kids are going to the same school I went to, I do the same things every week, but I wouldn't change it for the world.

I've been through too much to want to EVER start over again!

 

[Joyce Summers]

I moved around a lot as a kid and into teenagedom since my Mom was always getting new jobs in different schools, but it as always in the Greater Los Angeles area and then when I grew up and moved out most of my adult years have so far been spent in South California, so at heart, no matter where I go, I always consider myself a Cali girl. I love returning to the streets there, the nature, the beach- everything just feels so fresh in California and that's what I love while I'm there and what I miss when I'm not. Of course, the majority of my friends and family are there also which is a big contributor. I love returning to my Mom's house (and what also used to be my house) on Motor Avenue (It's in Cheviot Hills and is way prettier than the really boring street name implies) the garden alone takes me back to when I was in school. And I can go through anywhere in L.A- Torrance, Passadena, L.A itself and San Francisco and find a familiar landmark, friend or family member so in a way that makes L.A my home (which is a rarely heard statement if ever there was one, haha).

Yet in recent months, in September actually, me and my husband with our daughter (duh) moved back to my old apartment in New York City due to a potential work commitment of his and the convenience of my having a place there thanks to a friend moving out of there for her own work commitments and though this means my Mom isn't just there- a 30 minute drive away- anymore and I do miss that a lot, NYC feels just as much like home to me as L.A does because of the people who are with me. I have my family with me, I have old friends there and with work and everyday things I make more every week and I'm slowly creating another entirely different family on another coast.

It's just like whenever we go to England to see Rick's family, I know I'm going to see my sister-in-law and her family (who I love to bits) and all these houses and streets that are now familiar to me personally and through Rick's stories than in a similar way it feels like I'm returning to some form of home when I go there too.

In the past, years ago- probably between senior year of high school and freshman college in particular- I did used to get that feeling that Blondie Bear has mentioned; of being in your home and feeling homesick. I haven't gotten that in a very long while now- and I feel quite blessed to have gone from a nomad feeling to having three homes in so few years.

In short, my home is where any of my family or friends are. If there's one small connection in a place I can make it my home. I have one or two family members in Kentucky and no doubt if we went and stayed with them a little while I'd soon feel at home there too.

 

[itsxpaperdoll]

the garden alone takes me back to when I was in school.

You see, i think that's also one of the reasons I never really feel at home in Haarlem, being there takes me back to all the not so very nice times I had there when I was younger (Oh, that makes me sound so old. In fact, it's been less than a year ago since I moved 😉)

 

[Amicelli]

for me, home is where I feel good and welcome, where the people I love are and the landscape is pretty and stuff like that

 

[InsaneMystic]

Being with my Granddad would be my first connotation of "home" regarding my childhood; for the first time since he died over a quarter of a century ago, I've come to see this humble flat that I live in now as home (guess it has to do with it being my first time, ever, of living alone... I'm an intensely private person). In the meantime, I used to see my home as not of this world - you know, the spritual always beating the physical and all. I still don't mind going to that home, either, but I'm no longer in as much of a hurry. 😉

 

[anyatara]

I've always lived in Middlesbrough, England, but I don't see it as home. The people here are such chavs (Not all of them, but a good majority) and I don't like it all that much. I used to spend a lot of my time in a small place about twenty minutes away from me called Norton, as my grandparents lived there and it was so nice there. I was there almost everyday and I knew pretty much everyone who lived there. I haven't been in years, but that defiantly used to be home. Now my house is just my house, not home. I don't see anywhere as my home.

 

[Sweetescape]

Here this house i didn't spend my childhood here but i do consider it my home 🙂
I think i love the area more i love cities and countryside so close 🙂 I love the North especially Yorkshire.

 

[sk]

I guess that I consider this lousy appartment that I live in now has home.

For a long time after I moved from my parents house I said that I was going home when I was about to visit my parents. When I was going to my place I said that I was going to the appartment.

I don't do that anymore. So I take it that I have lived here long enough to call it my home now.

/SK

 

[Aethra]

I'd lived in the same town my whole life up until September when I moved to go to college, and I love my hometown. It's beautiful, historic, on the coast, and it has no sales or state income tax (😉). I miss it a great deal, too, and I miss my friends from high school, but when I was home for winter break a few weeks ago, I was so BORED. Of my two best friends from home, one had moved and wasn't there, and one was also sick and had to leave earlier than I did, so I only got to see her a few times. I didn't get to work like I was supposed to (damn illness), and I hung out with my other friends from school and work a few times, but they were busy with their own things. I was bored all the time.

When I came back to school and met up with all of my friends again, I realized that I am happier here than anywhere else. So even though I like my old town better than this one, and even though I miss my old friends so much, this is my home for now. I know I'll only be here for three and a half more years and then I'll be moving, though hopefully not far, and hopefully I'll feel just as comfortable wherever I end up as I feel here.

 

[Edmund Blackadder]

My entire life in Leeds I have dreamed of moving to London.
I almost felt like I had lived there in another life even though I'd only visited it a few times (this time around).

Well in 2007 I went to New Zealand for 3 months and on my arrival back in good ol' Blighty I decided to do the move.

The moment I started living in London I felt I was home.

Its odd how connected I became to this city, the greatest city in the world (I BELIEVE!!), I made some great friends instantly - some I know I will be friends for ever with - and it gave me the chance to do things I never thought possible.

I've met some of the worlds most influential people and my life, honestly, took off the moment I got here.

So, London is where my heart and thus home is.

 

[Aly Fan]

I've lived in Aberdeen (Scotland) my whole life! Well technically i'm a little bit out of the city centre but still close. I live right by the seaside and it's really quiet..i love it. I can go on long walks in the country side and am only 10 mins drive from the city centre and SHOPS 😀 I love it and couldn't imagine living anywhere else.