I had a few very good friends in the place where I was born but often felt like a stranger there. My heart did not seem to belong to that place, which I used to call home.
I wonder sometimes where my true home is. The image below is probably the closest to how it would look and feel: with rugged coastline, rebellious waves, untamed breeze, soft sand, green bush and a silent hug. A place where you could be what you are: with no need to explain anything, no questions to answer, no crowds to hide from…
From I’ve been to that place a few times in my life and it always felt like home.
What about you?
Where is your home?
Is your home in the place where you were born?
THE END
Otrazhenie 
Circumstances beyond my control have me living in a place I don’t feel is home. On the face of it the place has many good features which for others make it ideal, but even though I try, I cannot connect emotionally. I think my life quest is to find that place, be it on earth or some other place.
All the best in your quest. Have you seen Pico Iyer’s TED talk on ‘Where is home?” at http://www.ted.com/talks/pico_iyer_where_is_home ? Hope it will help you to find your true home 🙂
I was born in the UK, moved to Australia in 1972 when I was 25, lived there for nigh-on 40 years, and in 2012 moved to North Cyprus. And here I really feel at home. I love being close to the sea but with mountains right behind us also. I did actually find myself saying a while back “Since I returned to Cyprus….” And I was creating paintings of Aphrodite, which started of being somewhat obscured but getting clearer, for a couple of years before we moved here, this being Aphrodite’s Isle.
Loved your comment. Glad that you found your true home 🙂
Home for me is a place where I can reach out and touch the lives of others by allowing them into my life. So far that has been every place I have lived in but one.
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That is a beautiful place. The idea of home has changed for me the last few years. Home always meant the place I grew up. Now it is a place that makes my heart smile and makes me feel so alive I want to pinch myself to make sure I am not really dreaming. It’s such a wonderful feeling when it is present and I am grateful for those moments 😉
Loved your comment. Glad that you’ve got those wonderful moments in your life 🙂
I grew up in a small southern AZ town. I loved the small town size and desert but never felt at home there. I still haven’t found home yet.
All the best in your search of a true home 🙂
Home for me will not be a geographical location on Planet Earth. I love the rugged coastline of Oregon, the silent and jagged spires and cliffs of the Southwest deserts, the soft, warm breeze on the shore of Kauai’i. But when I’m in those places I know that I will still feel that a place of perfect comfort is somewhere else. That somewhere else, I’ve come to know, is inside my heart, mind and soul. When I am complete there I will be complete anywhere on the planet that I go. And that completion will probably not occur in this lifetime.
Loved your comment. 🙂
Beautiful image of the geography of ‘home’! I like it, but prefer more lush greenery , less rugged coastline (eg., Costa Rica – great coffee too!) I have lived in 2 countries and 10 homes. The one I live in now is truly ‘home’ – it’s mine (not counting mortgage payments) and I feel safe here. It’s comfortable, peaceful and solitary – but I’m surrounded by people (it’s a high-rise condo).
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I am now living where I was born to live, without knowing it, until I left to follow someone into the South Pacific, to help him live his dream. I loved the ocean and deeply respected it. My daily mantra seemed to be, “Safe passage, please, and I know we do not belong here. We are trespassing without permission,” or when we sat motionless in the doldrums (no breeze for the sails), I would sit at the point of the bow and dangle my legs overboard and plead for “Force Three or Force Four; nothing less and nothing more.” I finally jumped ship in Tahiti and flew home, when there was no more home to fly home to. It didn’t matter. I finally knew where I belong.
Home to me is the abode I left many lifetimes ago, to which I yearn to return.
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Yes, your home always is where your heart says it should be. Just fantastic place on your photo, would love to paint that.
I love paintings on your blog. I was never good in drawing or painting, so admire those people who can create such beauty 🙂
I think, home is not a place – it’s a state. A feeling of peace, comfort, and security. It can be felt anywhere.
Very good point. 🙂
I was born in Chennai, South India.
However, i’m comfortable at Coimbatore, South India., for its climate and people. I had such true home feel there.
Beaches induce in me a sense of calmness and peace, for which i like it very much. Every now and then i use to visit beaches, as i’m residing very near to the coast.
I have also visited a coastline like in the image above. I loved it.
Here are few of my shots of it,
http://smartgilli.deviantart.com/art/Breathe-slowly-and-deeply-270147718
http://smartgilli.deviantart.com/art/Rocking-the-shore-270146420
http://smartgilli.deviantart.com/art/Experimental-Shot-4-270145990
Loved your images, Satzie. You are a very good photographer. 🙂
🙂 Thank you Otrazhenie. Good to hear that. I’ve got my cam back. I’m a bit ill now. As soon as i recover, more visual treat assured 🙂
Sorry to hear that you are unwell. Take care of yourself and get better soon 🙂
🙂 Sure, Thank you Otrazhenie 🙂
I have lived in many places in the world where I enjoyed feeling at home. Home really is where the family is, for me. I was glad to be in the same country as my parents when they became old. Being brought up by the ocean remains special, though I live inland now, in Australia.
Loved your comment, Barbara. Home really is where the family is. 🙂
Home is whenever I am in the company of those who I love — it’s not a physical space or place though I have a strong affinity with water. Ergo, when adjacent to majestic water, at peace and fully present with those I love, that could well be home. 🙂
Love your comment, Eric. 🙂
Hi O! 🙂
For the past 20 years I’ve been without roots… Physically. I’ve had many addresses. I tried on identities I thought would bring me ‘home’..
My father travels a lot for work. His health took a knock 5 years ago and though he continued working my mother hit the road with him in support, care and love.
They are like a pair of stamps… That’s what we say now. Lol
What my mother has taught me is that anywhere can be home if you bring your heart with you. She has made a home of every hotel room, dressing room and spare room she lands upon. She unpacks her candles, photos and her heart and creates a place of love and belonging… It doesn’t matter that they may only spend one night there, for that time, it is home.
I’ve discovered I’m a country girl at heart.. I like the quiet life over the city buzz… I like variety too. But I’ll take calm over convienience any day.
I don’t own my home, I rent and therefore I’m not quite ‘settled’ down.. But my mothers lesson has signposted for me the only place I will ever have to look to ‘feel’ home. My heart… I’ll unpack it everywhere I go 🙂
I love that.
Your mum was truly amazing. Thanks for sharing this lesson from your mum 🙂