What happens... when a home you once knew doesn't feel like home anymore?
What is truly meant by 'home is where the heart is?'
What if you're home isn't where you were born, or where you grew up, or where your immediate family is?
Does your past have an influence on the evolution of where you consider home? Where exactly are ones roots? Where they are born? Where they grew up? What about where their ancestors are from? Perhaps a land that they have yet to see...
What I have learned is that, to me, home is where I feel that I am free. Free to be me. Home is where I go to heal. Home is where I feel peaceful.
Given that, is home then something that is 'housed' by your mind?
When we have made peace with our past - is it then that a home we once knew... may feel like home again?
Is there truly a physical aspect to home? Does what it's physically made up of, brick, log, steel... make a difference? Does geography, mountains.. ocean.. city become a factor to where one feels at home? Or, the elements, rainy, sunny, snowy. Or is it where you're people are? And who are your people? Your family? Friends? Both...? What if you don't feel at home where your family or 'old' friends reside?
Or maybe... maybe... we have multiple homes. Emotionally, spiritually, and physically. Maybe it's our spirit.
Maybe home is not where the heart is but where the spirit feels the most at peace.
Maybe... we build homes and plant roots wherever and whenever we feel free.
Where is home to you?