"If there's a book you really want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it." ~Toni Morrison

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

H is for Home

What makes a home?
I often ask myself this question and I have used it as a journal prompt many times in the past.  There are so many ways to define a home.  

There is the house where I grew up.  I lived there with my parents and my sister until I was thirteen years old.  I have many memories associated with that house, yard, street, village.  It felt like home at one time.  Now when I visit, I feel like a stranger; everything has changed so much.

I often talk about Ireland as my home.  I lived in Ireland for the first thirteen years of my life.  I can still visit my granddad's house and feel like nothing has changed.  It still feels like a home.  When I visit I feel like I am going home, but when I leave I am also going home.  Confusing.

Then there is the house where my parents live.  I never lived there.  I had already moved out before they bought it, but there is something about the house where your parents live that feels like home.  Everything feels so familiar, so homey.

Now I have my own home.  My husband and I bought a beautiful historic house, and we have filled it with our familiar, homey stuff.  I can't imagine ever living anywhere else, although it is entirely possible that my life will take me somewhere else.  

So, what makes a home?  What is a home to you?


  1. My home is over 100 years old and it's filled with antiques. I'm very comfortable in it, and I love spending most of my time in it. As a full-time writer, that's a good thing.

    1. My house is also over 100 years old, built in 1904ish. I love it!

  2. I think "home" for me has to be the place where I am most familiar with. As I grew up in Alaska, I think a large part of me will always consider that my true "home." Even though I am comfortable living where I live now, home is always going to be the place I grew up. Not necessarily my parent's house, but my hometown. I guess my "home" is larger than a house, but the portion of my home state where I feel most comfortable and know the best. Strange that I never realized that until now...

    Visiting from A to Z.

    1. It's strange to think about and realize where we think of as home.

  3. I grew up in Pennsylvania but haven't lived there in more than a decade. My parents moved to another state as well. And yet, whenever I go back to that region, it always feels like going home.

  4. After nearly 25 years in California, I find I still think of Washington State as home, though it really isn't. Sometimes I think moving at the wrong times in our lives can leave us without a clear home. Home, and not-home, at one and the same time.