We’re born in one location, we grow up, we start our journey in life, but we have no idea about where we’ll end up. Life is not meant to be lived in one place, so we search the world for happiness, and we look for that special place, to make us feel at peace.
Regardless of how our lives change from one year, to the other, one thing will always stay the same: we need a home. Our story starts home, and it ends home.
When we think of home, what first comes in our minds is the place of residence someone has. We associate home with a building, where we grew up, or currently live in. We associate it with a city, an area, a country.
However, home is not a place. Houses are built with bricks and wood, homes are built with love and peace. Hands can build a house, but only hearts can build a home. Home can’t be materialized. Home is a feeling. Home is always that place we go back to, when our heart and mind look for peace.
Our needs, change in time, and so is our view of the world, and our definition of peace. The more we travel, the more we see, the more we understand about ourselves and the world around us. Seeing more, learning more, means the way we look at things changes.
Life takes you to unexpected places. Love brings you home.
We travel, we search for happiness, we move where our heart takes us, and after a while, we go back to the place we used to call home. We think that’s where our home is, but it just doesn’t feel quite right. It doesn’t make us feel comfortable anymore, we can’t find our spot, and we definitely don’t find inner peace.
It’s a funny thing about comin’ home. Looks the same, smells the same, feels the same. You’ll realize what’s changed is you. ~ Benjamin Button
The place doesn’t change, or not at much, but still, even if it looks the same, it doesn’t feel like home anymore. Places don’t change, we do. Our experiences make us richer, changes our worldview and redefines the way we look at our surroundings. We slowly find out that home is made out of the people we love. Our friends, family, spouse.
Home begins when we find ourselves, is located deep into our hearts, and as long as we’re at peace, home is anywhere we want it to be.
We should never tie home to a place or fill our home with furniture or other material possessions. We should fill our home with love, memories, people. Our homes are always carried insides us, and when we achieve true happiness, it gives us the wings to fly.
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As an architect I agree totally with you. Houses are just bricks and stone, quite important, yes, but they are nothing if there is nobody using them. Sometimes in closeness of disasters government offers new houses in safer places, but owners don’t want then, when they should choose their life instead of temporary buildings.
Once you leave a place you are never going to back to there. In a certain way travelers never come back again, or at least not completely. Thanks Lucy 🙂
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Thank you for reading Francis and for your comment! I’m always happy to receive your feedback on my posts.
It’s good to read you see things in the same way I do. A house is not a home, but is just a location. I can see why people would not want those houses.
I love the way you see travelling. I have the same thing. Whenever I go to a new place, part of me stays there. You’re never the same after a trip, and this is the beauty of it 🙂 We become so much richer!
Have a lovely day!
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I have travelled so much and moved so much, that I know ‘home-is’where-the heart-is” is a true thing! Rarely I have suffered from being home sick. But I must tell you that I always create a little ‘nest’ where ever I am, a new home, a tent , a friend’s home or a hotel room: I always keep it (veryvery) tidy and put out some personal little things. I gueess, I always have thte need to see my own identity refelected in my living space? Great story Lucy, xo Johanna
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Thank you so much for reading, Johanna! I know exactly what you mean. I also need to have with me a few personal objects to make me feel at home, but the real home is where my heart takes me. Travel makes it very interesting. The more we learn about other cultures, the more we find ourselves. What can be more beautiful than this? 🙂 Have a lovely day!! xo
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ps sorry for the spelling mistakes…my spelling check is acting up ;0) ESL….oh well, you know what I mean, right? ;0)
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Haha, no worries. All I care about is the message you send. I love to read feedback, so thank you very much for taking the time to do so 🙂 Hugs!
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What a profound reflection Lucy, life is a indeed a beautiful journey but the journey has so many facets and nuances to be explored. It is in layers. It is in shades. It is in so many forms. We keep visiting places and keep changing our expectations and aspiration as we move in our life.
The more we see the more we expect, the more we want to know and get more in life. But in the end it is the home that matters, we come back to place which gives the peace and harmony which we all keep searching life.
Indeed so beautifully put Lucy, the irony is we keep searching outside us when the peace is very much within us. In fact the “purpose of life” what always matters and it is never easy to find what we want out of our life, we keep searching for this elusive purpose which keeps us in disharmony. The moment few of us who are very fortunate have discovered their purpose and the peace within, needn’t have to bother about the shifting of places and searching of houses, the home is very much within and remains with us wherever we travel.
Such a powerful line…life takes us to unexpected places but it the love that brings back home. All these we do and do for what is the big question, we run, we fight, we keep working hard, we keep comparing us with others, the wealth, the prosperity, the power, and it goes on…where is the end, it is philosophical but that’s the reality we want to escape and it is never easy and we are lost in the whirlwind of this mysterious life.
And I love the mystery of life but the love of life lies very much in the home we belong to…yes Lucy it is the home not the house which matters in the ultimate analysis of life. The search and the journey continues…it is eternal.
Love, Life & Light!!!
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Thank you so much for your lovely words, my friend! You said it very well. Life is made out of layers, some darker, some lighter, and depending on what layer we touch, we change out view of the world around us. We find out more about ourselves, and about our needs. We slowly realize happiness is inside us. Nothing can damage us more than out own thoughts, so how we look at life, becomes who we are.
Indeed, peace is inside us, and is up to us to find it, and cherish it, and keep it alive. Finding our purpose in life is quite an amazing moment, when we feel at home and comfortable with ourselves.
Love does bring us home. Is hard to come home to an empty house. Filling it with love is what keeps us going in the craziness of the society. It’s quite easy to get lost, and when we do, this is what we’re searching for, the feeling of home. Losing that feeling can damage us quite a lot. In the end, it’s all about love and peace!
Cheers to finding our home and purpose in life!!
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Indeed Lucy. The thought of finding the right purpose in life has kept me in a constant search and though the search was never easy nor that I have fully discovered my purpose in life. I realized that life’s journey is all about the search and the self discovery process which is never ending, there is a beginning and once we know the path we start deciphering the patterns and unraveling the multiple layers we are in and the shades we go through in different stages of our life. Yes, the moment we come close to it and start working the purpose and passion that keeps us on the move and the go that sets the direction in our life.
Yes, it is easy to get lost but finding yourself back is never an easy thing. No comparison, in life it is the home, the peace, the love, the happiness that ultimately matters, rest other is history and has no tangible meaning to our existence, it comes and goes…indeed cheers to the discovering the purpose in life and love in home…
cheers to our lovely conversations.
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Indeed, life is about the journey, not the destination. Finding our life’s purpose is important, but so is the way in which we choose to get there.
Nothing worse than losing ourselves on that road. And yes, getting ourselves back is very challenging. We have to find the strength inside us, and fight out way towards the right path, and towards our home.
Cheers to such amazing talks! Have a wonderful day!
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Yes, many times the difference between success and failure, happiness and sadness lies in the path we choose. We all put efforts and many of us put better efforts and go through more struggle still there are people with lesser effort and less struggle aceieve biggere and better things in life and life is more joyful and pleasurable for them, difficult to decipher the reason but we all blame it on our destiny but the choice of path was very much in our hand…we all make mistake and sometime we commit blunder and we don’t know how to get back to the right path…
Yes, nothing worse than losing our path and not knowing how to get there…we all want to get back to our lovely home…
Indeed cheers to our brilliant conversations and take care!!!
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Great post Lucy. I find whenever I travel I am happy to be out experiencing a new part of the world. But then, when it’s time to come home, I am always happy to be home, too. 🙂
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Travelling is definitely an home changing experience. Sometimes we just travel, and other times we find ourselves and our home. However, once you find it, there’s no other place you rather be. Happy travelling! 🙂
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I quite like this post, and I resonate with it. For me, it’s really that. Home can be everywhere, as long as I keep in touch with my beloved ones.
The concept of home is often considered as too materialistic for my liking, I like this abstract concept better, for me, it makes more sense 🙂
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Thank you, Gin! I’m glad to know I’m not the only one on this. I know people who have a hard time understanding my home is in a certain location, even if I don’t own a house there. Stones just don’t make a home, feelings do. My home is always shifting and that’s the way I like it. Keeping in touch with my loved ones is always important, but so is keeping that feeling of home alive 🙂
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Such a difference between a house and a home. You are so right. A home is made of love. 🙂
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Thank you for reading! I get very confused when people mix them up. Home is just a feeling, regardless of where you live. It’s always interesting to see how that feeling shifts when you travel to a new location 🙂
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Yes – and I find myself making a little “home” wherever I may be 🙂
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I had a great feeling recently, when my grown son said he loved the home he grew up in, and did not want us to sell it ever. He has his own house, but if he thinks of this as home, then we must have kept it warm for him.
I feel fortunate, because if I think about it, so many people in the world are not able to provide a home for their children, no matter how much they want to.
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That’s a wonderful story. It’s great he feels that way about his childhood home. You’re fortunate for sure! I still love the house I grew up in, but my home is in a totally different location now. Very weird how it can switch, when you visit new places. Have a lovely evening and thank you for reading!
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