To be honest I don’t know if I’m flying to or from home. I’m on my flight from Miami, Florida to London and I can’t figure out if I am leaving home or heading home. So how does one really define home?
I mean, I grew up in Florida, I spent the first 18 years of my life in Florida, my parents live in Florida, I have a Florida driver’s license and I still consider myself a Floridian.
However, I haven’t lived in Florida in over a decade, my parents don’t live in the house or city I grew up in, 2 out of 3 of my siblings live in different states and I can’t even name my Congressional representative. Moreover, most of my belongings are with me in London, as is my job, and most importantly my partner. But does that make London my home?
Does a place automatically become your home after so much time? If so, what length of time? If the cutoff is 2 years than I have made my home, besides Florida, in Las Vegas, Charleston and Washington, DC. But I don’t think it’s the length of time you are there because some places feel like home from the first day and others never really feel like home.
Maybe it depends on the people you have in your life? In Rome, I had amazing friends that I had only 1 year with, but many of them are still strong influences in my life. And having a partner in a place can make it feel like home, though I had a boyfriend in Charleston and never really felt at home there.
It could possibly depend on your purpose in the place? If you are only there for university which you know will only be for a specific period of time it may be hard to call it home. And really Las Vegas was never really home, though there may exist other reasons for that Or if you know your work contract is only for a year, again it may be difficult to call a place home.
So what is my conclusion? My conclusion is this: home is not where you stuff is, it is not necessarily where you parents live, home is not always where you currently live, and it is not where you have lived the longest.
In the simplest terms, though slightly corny, home is where your heart is. So if your heart yearns for the sun and surf of Florida where your parents live, than that is home. And if your heart longs for the friends, sights and sounds of Washington, DC, than that is home. And if the hot summer days of Rome kindle your fire for romance and food while reminding you of how you have changed, than that is home. And if your heart is warmed when you cuddle with your loved one on a chilly, London night while you stroll the foggy streets, than that is home. In short, home is more than one place for me, and yet, it is exactly where my heart is.
From a place I call home,