What does Home mean to you?
That is the question I asked in today’s The Daily Happenings post.
To me, home is where I can be myself 100% of the time, and where I can be accepted for who I am, and not have to act how people expect me to act. Home is where I can relax and not be on edge all the time. Home is where I can escape to when everything and everywhere else is bearing down on me to conform to something I am not. Home is where I feel that I belong and have a family and community that I support and supports me. Home is not always a physical place or physical structure, it can be among people that understand you, and get you without having to say anything. Home can be a way of life. Home can be a place, region, town, city where you feel you belong, and find the way of life you may or may not have been looking for, but it just clicks.
I had a real home once, while I was in college. I feel in love with the area my college was located in, and fell in love with the slower pace of life, and the sense of community, and that the whole two towns came out for the tree lighting on campus at Christmas, and came out for the 4th of July parade through the center of town, or how I could drive to a near by town, for their summer fest, and go to the parade where it felt like the whole county turned out. Up until I had gone away to college, I was sold on the city life, but quickly learned that my heart would always be in the country, and that the small town life was definitely the kind of life the suited me. I have been longing to have my home back since moving back to the city, and I hope one day I can find a job that will take me back to the smaller town, (yet close enough to a bigger city to be able to have access to larger grocery store and have a better selection of food for food intolerances) and pick up where I left my heart at.
Home is where the Heart is, and that for me, is living in a small town in the country. I was at home there, I did way more cooking and baking because I enjoyed it, and I was happy. I was living my life the way I believed was right. There is a lot to be said for that. I know if I could find a job and move out again that I would have a lot more recipes to share, as I would have the money to buy the ingredients I needed, and I would just be more inclined to cook and bake, while trying new things because I wanted to. I know I would probably have a bit more to blog about, just because I would have the freedom go wherever I wanted, and be able to afford more day trips and adventures.