Home is where your heart is?
Home is where you’re stationed?
Home is not where you live, but where they understand you?
Home is a shelter from the storms?
Giving that we are a military family and move constantly, my home is my family. I can honestly say that no one place I have ever lived, has actually felt like a “home” for me.
Am I alone in this feeling?
At times I have felt jealous of those who were born and raised in one place. People who were able to graduate high school with the same kids they started kindergarten with. A place when you walk down the street, you know everyone you pass by. A place where if you ever were to move away from, you can always say, “I’m going back home”.
There is no “going back home” for me. Being a Marine brat, I’ve never had that home feeling. I feel more like a gypsy, than anything. And that only leads me to believe that my children will feel the same way themselves, being Marine brats.
Even though I’ve wished at times that I’ve lived in the same place my entire upbringing, I am also very thankful for moving from place to place. I was able to see the world, meet people whom I’ve never would’ve meet otherwise, and it wouldn’t of lead me to my life as I know it now.
If I find myself not feeling at home where I live, I can only blame myself. I know that I need to change my outlook on my surroundings and find my happiness again. Sometimes it’s as easy as just rearranging my living space, meeting a new friend, or finding a new craft to make.
Being home is being comfortable with yourself, your surroundings and your life.
I know that I home when I am happy with myself and I am with my family.