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Home is wherever you are comfortable and at peace.
posted by
skye08
on November 4, 2008 at 2:52 PM
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this piece got me right between the eyes. oscillating between 'homes' myself (though i'm not quite sure yet if my current location will become that), even my feelings oscillate between roots and shoots. i am very happy here now. i was very happy there then. and i am always happy when i move between. 'home' is really a state of mind, then, isn't it?
posted by
bythewindowsill
on November 4, 2008 at 12:59 AM
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vogue, hoe is where you are
short and simple.
posted by
Greenfields
on November 3, 2008 at 7:50 AM
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posted by
Star5_
on November 2, 2008 at 6:08 PM
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BTW, enjoyed reading your interesting articles on Hub! Great work!
posted by
Ariala
on November 2, 2008 at 6:04 PM
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I say enjoy your "home" whereever it is and whenever you find it...seems
to me you are comfortable in your travels and in yourself...that, my friend, is more than most people ever find in a lifetime.
posted by
Ariala
on November 2, 2008 at 6:03 PM
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How I understand you! For as long as I remember I always wanted to be on the move. I never thought that I would be at the same place for very long and certainly NOT living in Canada (Australia was my calling!). But then again, except for last year, we have been living in this part of Canada for about 14 years! And I have been living with the same Mann for over 18! On the other hand, I still have what we call in Québec "La Bougeotte", the moving syndrome: I NEED to go and see elsewhere. Immer.
posted by
auslander
on November 2, 2008 at 4:11 PM
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I am in transition myself and therefore I must call my home a storage unit for my possession s are there . Lol sam
posted by
sam444
on November 2, 2008 at 3:08 PM
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I understand the gypsy soul
though I married a homebody.... but I raised my kids to be open-minded travelers and from the time they were babies I'd take them wherever I went. Now, as teens, they are incredible nomads - can find interest anywhere, with anyone. I'm looking forward to trying to keep up with them as they get older!
posted by
gapcohen
on November 2, 2008 at 1:37 PM
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I am so envious... That freedom you speak of is something precious which I never have really had. I guess everything in life is a trade off and the grass as they say is always greener...but I can only imagine how it would feel to just pick up and go where ever your heart desires. Wow! When my husband was well we used to travel a lot... we lived in many different coountries and like you said home was always with us because it was in our hearts... but I always felt the pressure you speak off to nurture and be responsible to the others that made up our little family, I was never really free. Now that freedom seems to be attainable ... I don't think I want it though... I am too used to take care of others... somewhere along the way I lost the "gitana" in me. Enjoy your wonderful life my friend... you are a free spirit, full of grace and wonder...
posted by
Sinome
on November 2, 2008 at 10:30 AM
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Gitana blood, probably..............
home is where the toothbrush is, I always say.
posted by
benzinha
on November 2, 2008 at 10:22 AM
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Wonderful post, vogue. I'm with you, I can make myself at home, feel at home, be at home, anyplace that for a time is mine. Even in a pop-up tent camper in the wilderness, I was at home. The only time I don't feel at home, even though I might be enjoying myself, is in someone else's abode where I am just visiting. Even though they say, "Make yourself at home," I can't really because everything is theirs.
posted by
TAPS.
on November 2, 2008 at 9:49 AM
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