When Erica told me to write a blog about home, my first thoughts were home? Where the heck IS home!? I don't know where I could call home. Then, I was faced with more questions about where I lived...really, I believe where I live is considered a 'home base'. I have read the blogs that others have wrote; I am really not the type of person to go to another's home and just act like I belong there.
I am a very "self centered" person, but not in a bad way. I just don't feel like I live in one place, I could pack my stuff and go to the other side of the world if I could and I still wouldn't consider this (my home in Bemidji) my home. I know people get "home-sick" but I could leave for weeks on end and still feel like feel like I have a "home". Maybe this sounds weird to you as the reader, but "home" just doesn't seem like the right word to use when explaining where I live.
Home has meanings other than what I perceive it as; I see home as a shelter, but "home" has a much deeper meaning. Home is where you enjoy going everyday, knowing that when you get there you will be welcomed and loved. Knowing your family unit and having trust is always critical. Home is where you can connect with everyone, where everyone there knows how you are, what you like to do, it's centered around everyone there. It's not where you have people coming and going every so often. Home to me is culture. Home to me is strong connections with everyone there. Home really and truly is where the heart is, no matter how much your family has gone through you stick together through thick and thin and are able to pull though everything even with all the complications that were faced and the problems to come.
That's what Home is.
HK
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