During this past year or so, the meaning and importance of home has changed a lot to me. I think that I've had so much transition and growing up that the desire for a home has grown a lot in me. And because I've been in so much transition, I've not really had a physical, tangible "place" that has made me feel content. As I go to all these different physical places, I begin to have a piece of home in each spot I stay at. And so, I am torn between so many places that I begin to feel like there is no home at all. And when this happens, it's easy to feel that I do not belong.
Here's the thing. I've realized that home is so much more than a constant, physical place. The root word for HOME is a very similar to the word HAUNT. So it's not simply one location. Home is a thing that follows us. Having a home is having a certain mindset. So I've chosen to take on this mindset. Wherever I go I choose to find something in it that makes a home for me. Because I cannot go on without having that certain belonging and comfort. I choose to frequent the company of having a home.
Home is a feeling of belonging, peace, and comfort. Home is having a community around you that you can know and trust. Home is finding the ordinary, seemingly mundane things that bring consistency and comfort into a hectic life. Home is with people and the experiences I have with them. Home is an interactive story. Home is hot coffee in the morning. Home is sitting in a kitchen with strangers. Home is watching the moon and stars roll in at night, and listening to the birds sing at sunrise. Home is finding something physically beautiful and breathtaking no matter the location. Home is the assurance that no matter how much I wander, I can still belong to something and someone.
God's been teaching me a lot about all of these things involving home lately. He's been showing me how truly important it is. He's challenged me to find out what home specifically means to me. He's also made me realize that there's a lot of lonely people in this world. I think that for some reason we all think we are alone at some point in time. But we are far from it. We are surrounded by other humans who have both drastically different or strangely similar experiences to us. People, their stories, and their interactions with each other are what provides space for the feeling of home. And I want to take the time to create that space for myself and others. Because who doesn't want to belong?
*On a random side note, someone please pay me five dollars for every time I typed the word 'home' in this blog. I'd be a much richer person, and very obliged to you.