I scrolled back through my dashboard, because I knew I'd written on this very word several times in the course of blogging. As it turns out, I've tagged 775 blog posts with the label 'home', so obviously its a topic near and dear to my writer's heart.
I started thinking about why that is, and I guess it's because at the age of 55 nowhere and everywhere can feel like home. I've been meeting people in this new little town we presently call home, and I'm realizing my girls and I have something in common.
I'm stumped for an answer when asked 'where are you from?'
Where am I from? Am I from New Jersey? We moved here from NJ so there's that. Plus I spent all of my elementary, middle, and high school years in NJ, which means a fair chunk of my life has been marked there.
Hubs and I had another five year stint in NJ when our now grown up girls were just the cutest little tots on the planet, so yes NJ feels like home.
I went to college in East Tennessee and it was there I fell in love with the mountains and a boy named hubs. When we visit family or travel back to meet up with college friends in the Volunteer State I feel very much at home.
We were newlyweds in the early 80's and there was a radio ad with a little chorus that went something like, 'Ain't no place I'd rather be...home's the only place for me...hello Knoxville, hello Tennessee.'
It's quite possible I still bust that out every single time we cross the state line.
Then there's Maryland. We spent nine magical years living beside the Bay. Water always and forever whispers home to me, and Maryland is where my tiny tots grew into their elementary and tween years. The minutes there, they were golden.
Hubs and I always get quiet when we drive across the bridge that takes us into Annapolis. It positively slays me, and if it's a brilliant blue sky sunny day forget it. I've been known to shed a tear at the beauty and the memory and the sunlight sparkling on the water that says welcome home.
Can you call a country not your own home?
Yes. A thousand times yes. In a funny hard to put into words way there's no place I've lived that's felt more like home than the other side of the pond. No other place God's led me where He's spoken more into my life than in those England years.
I learned more about myself in a village not my own than any where else on earth. My tiny tots were teenagers there, and in those years of growing, adventuring, traveling, missing, yearning, and embracing, our hearts were knit together in a way far sweeter than anything I could have asked for or imagined.
I've been a resident of South Carolina now for 58 days, and it's home. I might be living for the time being in an apartment filled with rented knives and forks, but still it's home.
Because we'll make it so.
Home is about so much more than your address...
...home is where your heart is and today my heart is here.