What is your definition of home? Is it where you feel the most comfortable? Uncomfortable? Where your heritage is from? Where you just currently happen to be staying most of the time? A place that you remember from early childhood? With a certain person? Where your mom and/or dad lives? I actually am curious as to what my friends and classmates think is home because I honestly don't really know at the moment. Maybe that's because all those things I just described are my home. But does that mean I don't really have a home?
For a long time after I moved to the US I refused to call the new house home, because my home was the house we had just temporarily (or so I thought) left back in my hometown Haslev, and my home was my grandparents' house down the street from that house. I refused to say "let's go home" when I wanted to go back to the new house. Instead, I just said "let's go back to the house." This had to do with my strong objection to moving to the US initially. It persisted for so long that I did not call it "home" until my sophomore year of high school (2 years after we had moved in), and was convinced I was going to go to university at University of Copenhagen until the summer after junior year. It changed when I realized that my home maybe was not just a building, but where my parents were. I nearly left my parents to move back to Denmark by myself right before senior year, but then came to that realization. I realized it would be selfish of me to leave my parents when the reason why we moved was because my dad was trying to keep the family together. To have a somewhat normal home-life, given the amount of additional traveling to the US on top of what he already did.
Now I don't know. I feel like my dorm is my home. I feel like where my parents live is my home. I feel like wherever my boyfriend is is home. I feel like Denmark is my home. I feel like the summer house my grandparents have in Sweden, where I used to spend all my summers is my home. Cape Cod is my home. Where I can see the ocean is home...
I don't know which to chose... If I have to chose... or if I can just have all of them... but if I think all of these things are home, that would mean I have no distinct home...
Maybe there is no such a thing as home. Maybe it's just where you love being, remember being, have to be, or want to be.
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