And the word of the day is:
After a month of daughters and son-in-laws coming and going, everyone is finally home or on their way to home.
So I thought a lot about “home” today. I grew up in Parma, Ohio. That was my home. My childhood home. I can’t go back there now because my parents don’t live there anymore. And the house my parents have since moved to was never a place that I did any growing up in, so I can’t go to their place and feel like I am making a visit home. I suppose if I had some ancient grandparents that lived in the old family home or farm, I could go visit and it would feel like going “home”.
My husband, Ted, grew up in a military family and was always moving every couple of years. “Home” to them was where the grandparents lived in Columbus, Ohio. That was home.
All three of my daughters are now experiencing a new and strange “home” situation. Youngest daughter Jillian and her husband Andy just moved out of their home in Knoxville, TN. Knoxville was their first home as a married couple. Leaving two years of living and making friends behind them, they have everything in storage and just moved to St. Kitts. Jillian starts school there and she and Andy will have to make it their home for the next twenty-eight months.
Middle daughter Kristen and her husband Ric just got dropped off at the airport to fly home to Portland, OR. They moved into a new apartment a month ago and I asked them if they were happy to be going home. They replied that the new apartment didn’t feel like home yet.
And of course oldest daughter, Amanda, just moved into her own apartment. That’s her home now. She even calls the house that Ted and I live in ‘your’ house (when she is speaking to us) and calls her own apartment her home.
So, home is where you reside. Some say that home is where the heart is. Or home is where you lay your head. Emily Dickinson says that “Where thou art, that is home.” Home is where you can scratch where it itches. I like what Nancy Reagan had to say about home: “I have been very happy with my homes, but homes really are no more than the people who live in them.”
I overheard Ric say to Kristen, as they were packing up today, that he thought they should leave some of their toiletries here so that they didn’t have to pack and bring them each time they came here. It made me laugh to myself, as I already have most of Jill and Andy’s stuff here since they could only take 2 suitcases of stuff to St. Kitts. I said to Ric jokingly, “Oh yeah – leave your stuff here and set up permanent temporary residence like two other people I know!”
I actually find that rather nice. “Home” suggests a nice place, a comfortable place, and somewhere you want to go. It was a lovely month of visits from all of them. They can come home anytime.