There's no place like home...
Traveling around has really made me think of what a home is and what is home. Home use to be where I lived and where I had my things all around me. It's permanence was comforting and safe. Home is now a person. Home is my Sweetheart. Where ever I find myself always feels like home so long as he is there.
I have never challenged the concept of a home. I have always been able to call a place, a structure my home. When I went away to school the first time I was very quick to turn the dorm I shared with my best friend into a home even though we were only going to be there only eight months. With much enthusiasm we began sewing curtains, hanging beads and throughout the semester had our parents bring us significant and important pieces from the last place place we called home to make our new home feel more like a home.
Last week when I found myself in a hotel room for several days, I found that I had no desire to make any part of it my own or make it home. The room was just fine as it was. In the past I would have at least looked at the place as a temporary home. It was a comfortable place and I very much enjoyed watching old movies and knitting while I was there. It was the first time I realized that lately I haven't really been trying to make a nest for myself anywhere. I also realized how much I haven't missed my things, my possessions, those relics that I once displayed and thought brought me so much happiness to see daily. Perhaps the walks through antique and vintage stores have managed to satisfy any void of knick knacks I might have in my life. There is more of a focus on experiences than possessions right now. I still have possessions, they are just crammed into a 5x7 space and tower high above me. I don't miss them though. There is much I would like to have still, like a cool Polaroid Land Camera and extras but the desire to own one seems to end at the website. The feeling is like I just can't eat another bite of my favorite dessert.
When I had an address, and while away from it on vacation, I use to wake up in the middle of the night confused and not knowing where I was for several seconds. It was a confusion I could count on. I expected to experience this much more often but I have yet to wake up not knowing where I am because I feel I am always home.