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Some thoughts about this impactful word.

Today I was watching Extraction on Netflix. Haha, I know how typical to be watching Netflix during quarantine.

For some reason, when Saju said, “I just want to go home” I teared up a bit. It occurred to me, the word HOME has a lot of weight to it. I’m sure being far from HOME and being alone was part of the cause for this burst of emotion, but I think it’s even deeper than that.

They say HOME is where the heart is. I think it’s not that easily defined. For me if someone were to ask me where HOME is, I would have to say, the place I grew up in.

For those of you who know me, you know I was born and raised 100% in the same place. In fact, I was born and raised within 1 mile of where my Grandpa, and Father were (I think my Great Grandpa was also raised there but I’m not 100% positive).

There really are roots there.

However, some of the closest people to me aside from my biological family, are the people at the church I grew up going to. They saw me grow up, they were there for me when I moved out from home, and ultimately they had a huge impact on who I am today.

But what about New York. I’m here now. I like it here a lot and think I’ll stay awhile. Maybe someday I’ll move to another part of the globe. But will I ever feel one place is as HOME, as where my family’s roots are? Can a community of people create a new HOME?

Will someone special become my HOME? Someone who no matter where I physically am, I’ll always feel at HOME?

Hmm…HOME is a tough concept. I guess I’ll never really know. Maybe when I’m older.

What do you think?