Just a prelude, I did not do the blog challenge that I was so committed to doing. End of comment.
Anyways...
People like to call where I am from "home". I am not sure why, I have never referred to my mom's house as home since I moved into my apartment with my fiancé. Sure, it is the last house I lived in, technically but it is not home. I hate those cheesy statements like "home is where the heart is" but it is kind of true. Home is with my fiancé in our one-bedroom apartment. It is not in the house I grew up in, it is not in my mom's house now.
The reason I am bringing this up is because people from work and school refer to where I was from before I went to school "my home". Not every student goes to school and goes back home for the summer. Where I stay in the summer is my home. The city I was in before I went to university is not my home, I am not there, am I? No. I am here. Even though I would not call the city I am in now my home either.
Where I am living is my home, I suppose.
But that feeling of comfort associated with "being home" really is in the shared space I have with my fiancé. I am sure wherever we move that it will be home to us. We actually hate the city we live in now, we despise it, so calling it home is not even a pleasure that we partake in.
So that was my small rant for today.
What do you consider to be your home?
Anyways...
People like to call where I am from "home". I am not sure why, I have never referred to my mom's house as home since I moved into my apartment with my fiancé. Sure, it is the last house I lived in, technically but it is not home. I hate those cheesy statements like "home is where the heart is" but it is kind of true. Home is with my fiancé in our one-bedroom apartment. It is not in the house I grew up in, it is not in my mom's house now.
The reason I am bringing this up is because people from work and school refer to where I was from before I went to school "my home". Not every student goes to school and goes back home for the summer. Where I stay in the summer is my home. The city I was in before I went to university is not my home, I am not there, am I? No. I am here. Even though I would not call the city I am in now my home either.
Where I am living is my home, I suppose.
But that feeling of comfort associated with "being home" really is in the shared space I have with my fiancé. I am sure wherever we move that it will be home to us. We actually hate the city we live in now, we despise it, so calling it home is not even a pleasure that we partake in.
So that was my small rant for today.
What do you consider to be your home?