home ?

After this weekend, DF now means Doody-Foot!    (as in 'Who's got the Doody-Foot?!')

ETA:  That is just in my world, though...not on the forum. 

Hahaha... I'd like to know the story behind this one! 

I like the idea of more than one "home".  As JennBean said, "Home is where the heart / hubby is (paraphrased)" and so for me that would mean here in Leeds, though Leeds by itself, without hubby doesn't really feel like home to me.

The house I grew up in has been sold and my parents now live in Florida which will never feel like home, though I am comfy in my mom's place and being with my mom feels like home.

Philadelphia is my home town, but I lived in so many houses and apartments over the course of my 20's and 30's and none of those buildings would feel like home.  I imagine walking into my best friends' house, my music teacher's house and (believe it or not!) my old work place will have me exclaiming, "It's like coming home!" once we finally get back to Philadelphia.

for my own two cents on my own thread I do have to say that my last trip back to Boston I felt like a tourist everywhere I went.

Home for me is such a transient word.  I even say I want to go home when we are on holiday and I want to go where we are staying.  I guess because I spent a lot of time with grandparents when I was younger, so home is wherever I am staying, but my permanent home is the UK.  It's where we are making our lives. 

"home"  
this is one of those words that confuses me.. I'm a Canadian born American citizen married these last 10 years to an English woman and I'm living in Switzerland so as I said.. the whole issue of home can be trouble

what you about kids... where is "home"

here ?

there ?

home is where the heart is`?

Deja vu

I'm home here.

In a practical sense, home is where my stuff is. It's where my clothes and everything for my day to day life are. Home is what I call the place where my favorite tea mug resides.  I've moved something like 10 times in the past 6 or 7 years which is how this sense of 'home' developed for me.

That said, as long as my parents are still living in the house I grew up in, I'll probably still think of that as home in some abstract way as well.  I haven't lived there since I was 19, but there's still that sense that if something doesn't work out I can go back there.  I'm sure once they're gone or that house is gone or both, I'll just have my first definition of home.

This is how I feel.  In the past 5 years, I've lived in 9 separate "homes". So wherever my slippers lay is what I call home at that point in time.

And, despite the fact that my parents have moved from the house I grew up in almost 4 years ago, I will always think of Stratford, NJ as my hometown. I lived there until I moved away to college, and a few summers following, so around the age of 20. Part of it could be that I absolutely hate the place my parents moved to, or that I'm just still not ready to let that part of my life(...lol, about 85% of my life!) go.

Home to me has several layers:

1. practical - where my stuff is (1 place)

2. emotional - where my family is: spouse and my sister and her family and to a lesser degree, friends, only because my friends are not just in the two places!
This is about familial ties and wanting to be with loved ones. (2 places)

3. emotional - where I feel I belong
This is about cultural identity, settledness, the building / having a life and emotional connections, understanding and appreciating ways of life.  (2 places)

I feel lucky to feel I have two 'homes'. 

home to me is 2 places....
(they say home is where the heart is and I believe it)

My home is with my husband anywhere he goes in the world....

And home is also my family and friends back in Pennsylvania...they will always be home even though I don't live there anymore...

For me, the UK's not 100% home, just about 95%, but, that's only because we still live with the in-laws, and I can't totally, truly be myself(grunging around in my bathrobe and blaring pop music when ever I feel the impulse, that sort of thing). If we had our own place, the UK would be completely home to me.

I only think of my family's homes(Dad and his wife-she's only 4 years older than me. Can't honestly call her a step-mom, and my brother, in San Diego; and my aunts' house in Chicago) as places that have good memories, and places that I could comfortably go and visit, but, not stay permanently. I lived good and bad parts of my childhood, adolescent and young 20's life in both places, but, they're still nothing without DH.