As I’ve gotten older, the meaning of home has changed for me. When I was younger, home was where my parents were. It was the place that I slept at night. The place where friends would come over and play. The place where I would do my homework. The place I would curl up with a good book, eat meals with my family.
When I first moved to Texas to attend college, home was still “back where I grew up.” Texas wasn’t yet my identity. I still would go home over breaks or when I was missing that place. After 4 years of college, I decided to make Texas my home, but it still didn’t have that feel. It took awhile before I really felt that Texas was becoming my home.
Cue today: my definition of home has definitely changed from what it was 14 years ago when I was first moved to Texas to start college. Home is now where ever my hubby is. It’s now where I reside. Sure, I still have my childhood definition of home, but it’s no longer a physical location. I guess sometimes it can be a physical location, but often times it’s just where ever my hubby is and becomes home when we’re together.
Cause being with him feels like home. And is my home.
What feels like home to you?
Amber says
Love this post. I agree, “home” changes once we get older. I’ve transitioned many times on where home is for me. And now, it’s wherever Nate and Binky are. Love them!
Kate says
This post is so true! I do miss having a solid “home” though where- for me home is a feeling now too more than a place.
Sheri Daniels says
Yes! I agree, home is wherever my family is.
ashley says
I have to remind myself that even if we are far away from extended family, where we are as a unit is home- it has to be otherwise we will never feel settled. also…i love that song.
Miranda Pridgeon says
Home for me is also wherever my hubby is. I moved out of my parents house two months ago from MN to CA to be with my husband and I already consider CA home and MN “my parents house.”