What home means to me
Having a home is a big thing for most people. Growing up in one, feeling that you are secure, I have always had that. But some people don't and they learn that it is not a necessity in their life. I dreamt of having a big house that was extravagant as I could imagine.
Everyday when my dad or mom would drive me to school, I would pass by a house that had massive columns and a big property. I loved how big it was. I dreamed of what the inside looked like and since it was close to where my family lived it was the perfect house. The house sold for $2 million a couple years later. The inside had a grand staircase just as I had thought but the rest of the house was ugly. It was a complete turn off for me because it had been sold and the interior was not encrusted in gold.
When we drove by that house I no longer had any attachment to it. Then we started traveling and I forgot about it completely. Part of what inspired this blog was the quote “Home is where you hang your hat”. While that is not the quote that I will be listing at the end of this article, it resonates with my dad. When we spent a couple of months in a small town in France, the apartment we lived in was our home. We made it our home and the scenery was spectacular. I had grown up in houses and was raised to feel I should have a house, and if I didn’t have a house or home base I was a mess and not financially stable. This was not taught by my parents but the people around me.
If I wasn’t financially stable, what was I going to do?
I used to cry at night for months because I missed my first house. At that point in my life we were on our 3rd home. I planned on growing up and spending my teenage years there. And after I'd grown up, coming back home for Christmas or whenever I wanted, so we could be a family again.
We sold that house too.
But something amazing happened. I realized that I could spend my teenage years living in all kinds of different places, and I after I grew up and was on my own, I could get back together with my family and go on vacations. Our home base was where we were all together. I didn't need any 'thing' (pun intended). You can be attached to a person or an animal but not an item. An item will soon take over your life.
By the time I turn 18, I want to reduce my clothing and all personal items down to a carry on suitcase and a personal item. This way if I am flying or taking some sort of transport it will not be as expensive and will be easy to carry around.
Before I was a teen, I thought getting a house would make me look better and feel more stable. But I realized, even though I might *feel* more stable I wouldn't *be* more stable. What I think of "home base" now has changed. If there is any place where I am sleeping or I am physically there, that's my home base.
*I* am my home base.
“Things do not define you, only you can define yourself”
By Me
Everyday when my dad or mom would drive me to school, I would pass by a house that had massive columns and a big property. I loved how big it was. I dreamed of what the inside looked like and since it was close to where my family lived it was the perfect house. The house sold for $2 million a couple years later. The inside had a grand staircase just as I had thought but the rest of the house was ugly. It was a complete turn off for me because it had been sold and the interior was not encrusted in gold.
When we drove by that house I no longer had any attachment to it. Then we started traveling and I forgot about it completely. Part of what inspired this blog was the quote “Home is where you hang your hat”. While that is not the quote that I will be listing at the end of this article, it resonates with my dad. When we spent a couple of months in a small town in France, the apartment we lived in was our home. We made it our home and the scenery was spectacular. I had grown up in houses and was raised to feel I should have a house, and if I didn’t have a house or home base I was a mess and not financially stable. This was not taught by my parents but the people around me.
If I wasn’t financially stable, what was I going to do?
I used to cry at night for months because I missed my first house. At that point in my life we were on our 3rd home. I planned on growing up and spending my teenage years there. And after I'd grown up, coming back home for Christmas or whenever I wanted, so we could be a family again.
We sold that house too.
But something amazing happened. I realized that I could spend my teenage years living in all kinds of different places, and I after I grew up and was on my own, I could get back together with my family and go on vacations. Our home base was where we were all together. I didn't need any 'thing' (pun intended). You can be attached to a person or an animal but not an item. An item will soon take over your life.
By the time I turn 18, I want to reduce my clothing and all personal items down to a carry on suitcase and a personal item. This way if I am flying or taking some sort of transport it will not be as expensive and will be easy to carry around.
Before I was a teen, I thought getting a house would make me look better and feel more stable. But I realized, even though I might *feel* more stable I wouldn't *be* more stable. What I think of "home base" now has changed. If there is any place where I am sleeping or I am physically there, that's my home base.
*I* am my home base.
“Things do not define you, only you can define yourself”
By Me
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