I don’t think any words evoke more emotion for me than these: going home. At age eighteen I left home for college in another state and probably never got over the loss. I returned for the first two summers, then I moved away forever, going home to visit only rarely after that. Being married, having children, creating a new life, I moved on, but the place I knew as my original home still tugs deeply with cords to my heart.
To me, home means perfection: the place where I am supposed to be, safe while doing what I am supposed to be doing, with help and guidance from others who are here with the responsibility to help and guide me. This could be described as the state of belonging and purpose, maybe even like being peacefully pampered in a spa, and like all those nights snuggled into my bed as a child, knowing I was safe from all the troubles of the world. Home was the place where I could rest, knowing someone stronger and wiser was there to take care of everything.
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