Where is home? For a lot of us, it’s easy to point to that parcel of land, with its building and the things inside that make it their home. For an unfortunate number, there’s no home, but under the elements, with their misshapen belongings and a shredded piece of carton as their bed.
For a good number of us who are sojourners in various lands, our home has come to mean more than our physical abode. In my opinion, one of the sides of having lived in 3 Continents at various points in my life is that each of these places captures a piece of your heart with its essence and represents home one way or the other.
Over the years, my homes have differed from country to country, I have had to shed material belongings over and over, but I have ultimately gathered beautiful experiences and memories on my path with my family.
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What a beautiful post about what matters in life!
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Nice post. Three continents, Wow. You have seen a lot haven’t you. What we all need to remind ourselves is even this place is not our home. We are all just passing through.
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This is so beautiful and thoughtful. ❤️
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I wonder why this comment went to spam. Thank you Alexis.
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Nice. I can relate to having lived in a number of different places, in different countries and I know what you mean about each place taking a different space in your heart. The people. The experiences. All valuable and have helped make us who we are. 🙂
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Definitely a life defining experience. I am who I am because of these places 🙂
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‘Fess up, deep inside it’s still the Lone Star State. We’ll keep holding a place for you.
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I miss Houston tremendously. Please keep the Lone Star warm and steady 🙂
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Wow ..
You’ve seen a lot !!
Sometimes home isn’t where we are or where we live.. it may be a person or a memory 😊👌🏻
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You are right Saraa. Home lies in the heart and I’ve seen a bit. There’s a whole lot more to see 😉
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Very true. I still think of home as being in a couple of different continents.
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It’s quite interesting and I doubt if I would have had it differently.
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Ah, that I definitely agree with. Those experiences were a major part of what I am.
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Home is where the heart is and I imagine you are quite adept at making any place you live a home.
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I try to adapt as quickly as possible and enjoy the space that I find myself in. Thank you Eugenia 🙂
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I bet your photo albums are FANTASTIC!
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I’ve collected quite a bit over the years 🙂
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Pretty picture! To me, home is a sanctuary filled with comfort away from all of the noises and stresses in the world.
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Precisely 🙂
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This got me thinking, J. I’ve run off to many different places but I feel home is the place that I feel secure and able to let my guard down. Home is inside. It’s a place I feel accepted. It is so easy to get caught up in wanting things but they are just things.
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Absolutely right. They are just things. One thing moving around so much has done for me is learning to let go of attachment to material stuff.
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True 😊😊😊
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Written as only you can, Jacqueline. 🙂
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Aww! Thank you Brenda 🙂
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My continued pleasure. 🙂
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