|Earnings YTD|HP|HELIOS|GLD Owed|GLD Held|Off Chain| |---|---|---|---|---|---| |Day 17|43.154|0.307|412.3|273.156|0| |Day 16|35.645|0.235|365.1635|227.204|0 |Day 15|25.957|0.122|323.3945|163.979|0| |Day 14|20.761|0.07|323.3945|155.63|0| |(Day 13)|12.523|0.043|-178.88|0| _{Helios price tanked to 0.171 purchased enough to boost price back up to .270 to protect HELIOS tokens for upvotes. (1.071 GLD/HELIOS for Day 15 post)
@hiveabbyftp HELIOS price: 1.172 GLD/HELIOS (note to self)} Helios: **0.307** HP: **43.154** GLD Held: **273.156** GLD Owed:365.1635 + (40.218*1.172) = **412.3** Offchain: 0

# Home is where the heart is?
It is a very cliche answer and I think it isn't really accurate. I have different homes. I have one in Rosswood, Canada. I have one in Abbotsford, Canada. I have one in Maddarulug, Philippines. But which one feels like home? Honestly? All three feel like home when I'm there. Therefore the question remains: ### Is it the place where I do my day to day chores and activities? ![image.png](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/cinderclaw.gld/23vsb4Et6KEKXucAaj9FGgutDo9YiaTEvEpUDrVTkcxhwQPotXJV3ZGybMTt2y3VC5ftq.png) ### Where my family is? ![image.png](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/cinderclaw.gld/EpCBMPdGvs3uQKQqvM7atJv7RL57xDHYpB7YTqJgekft7ruF8oTTatDxw4gb4eBzJQx.png) ### Where you relax and chill? ![image.png](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/cinderclaw.gld/23ywnoawakEVwAJ7eN89dXUtFoZCikmGtsfg1UmTwC7ckQRtvmDjqDVCNyrcgqMYavSNt.png) ### Or perhaps where your job is? ![image.png](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/cinderclaw.gld/Eoc7zhjfia7sFnVJEcNxtuEcB72xd8yXrpBw9sDYAPEqkemPmXvCX6PD6RtQjgxFAug.png) A case could be made for each of those and I'm pretty certain they play a part but having spent months away from somewhere I call home it really makes me think about where home truly is.

# Living in a partially finished place that feels like home I can say that I've been to the Philippines many many times. I've seen lots of different places and met lots of different people. However, yesterday was the first day that it ever felt like ***home*** or at least that it could be home. Now if I compare it to the day before? My life arguably got crappier. The internet went from fast to very slow. I no longer have air conditioning. I'm sleeping on foam packing material instead of a bed. I have limited electricity and only one working light switch and for plumbing I have to fetch my own water and manually flush my own toilet ![image.png](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/cinderclaw.gld/23w2oCqCy83oi7eFiy9M4kfQKgXef4E66wiJihTpdanEENzPeuEfWdfbB6AbYFunXF2mN.png) _{The image is mine. I'm literally sleeping on the packing material my solar panels came with. Not awesome but better than the tile floor or the hard wood frame of the bed} ##### **But it feels like home** I could certainly be wrong and I'm absolutely no Sociologist or other -logist who studies that type of stuff but here are my thoughts. Home is the place where you have these : * Safety * Connections * Routine * Value * Belonging * Autonomy / Agency ### Making the argument for my list 😄 ##### Safety I feel safe in the house I'm in now. One year ago? Not as much. The location didn't change. I didn't change. However, the house DID change. I have windows with screens on them. I can let in the breeze without worrying about mosquito's, vermin, or bugs coming in. No more snakes in the house, no more cockroaches, no more spiders...well, mostly no more spiders. Last year? No windows. ##### Connections I have family nearby. Sure they are a half kilometer away but I can walk to them quickly. If I have an emergency I can call them for help. In an emergency I'm part of something bigger and have people to stand beside me. ##### Routine It may not be the most comfortable routine but I can do all my daily activities right in this house. Yesterday I proved that to myself. I slept the night, I washed my clothes, I cleaned the house, I watch my video's. I wrote my articles. I had food to eat, I could read my Bible, I could do my stretches. I would wash myself and yes, I could go to the washroom when I needed to. I can carry out my daily routine here! That makes a huge difference. ##### Value Now usually that means where you have a job. However, I don't think it has to. If it is a place where you belong in society even if volunteer or even if its in the house. That means something. When people depend on you for being there and helping out? That means something. It also goes hand in hand with the next value which is: ##### Belonging This goes hand in hand with value but I don't think it is the same. Many digital nomads have a value in the community they live in. They work. They help the local economy when they shop. They have a purpose and so on. However, if you don't actually make connections and fit in with the larger population then do you really feel like you *belong* or are you just drifting through? ##### Agency/Autonomy This is the biggest thing for me. In this place I control what happens. Sure I would do it along with my wife if she was here but the fact remains. I get to choose where things are put. I get to choose what goes in the cupboards. I get to choose what lights I turn on and off and when. I get to choose how much water I bring in, when I go to bed and when I wake up. Choice makes all the difference. When I stay with my brother-in-law? I am a guest and could be unwelcome at any time. That decreases my feeling of safety. Even if I knew I wasn't being kicked out? I know that it is not mine so I have to think about what I take, what I move, where I go and when I go there. That is the opposite of autonomy and also decreases my feeling of belonging. I know I belong as family but I also know I'm an outsider so only belong so much.

# Circumstances change
As time passes some of those conditions may change along with it. Somewhere that *was* home may no longer feel like home anymore. I look at my time at university and how it felt like home at the time. I was safe. I had friends. I had routine. I had value as a student and belonging in the various clubs. I was free to do what I wanted with my room and my time was my own. **Now**? I am not a student. I'm an outsider. I don't belong. I have memories of when it *was* home but it isn't anymore. That same bittersweet memory comes in many places that I go. The houses I lived in during my childhood? No longer homey. My grandparents where I have so many wonderful memories? With the passing of my grandparents only ghosts are left there and no longer my home. I can only pray for those people who are currently displaced by war or bunkering down because of the threat of bombing and missiles. For those people in Iran, Ukraine, or even places like Cuba and others the safety they knew has likely been shattered. I do not know if they still feel like the place they are staying is home or is it unrecognizable because the situation has changed?

# In this time of unrest in the world
My thoughts go out to those people who have lost homes. Maybe because of a bomb or maybe just because it no longer feels safe. I consider myself blessed because I have more than one place I can call home even if it is fairly primitive Just my musings for today but if you read the whole thing? Thank you for the eyes on the post and I'd love to get a comment.

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