Certainly I am not the first nor the last one to asks this question. And in the end we all have to answer it for ourselves.
Where is your “Home”? And what is it?
A place, a feeling, is it where you grew up, did you build it yourself, does it move or is it tied to a specific region, a country, linked to a person or written in your passport?
Or maybe shouldn’t we rather than asking what “Home” is, ask what we want it to be.
What do you want “Home” to be and look like?
I don’t have one place, there are a few. When I get back to them I feel like I am arriving. When I see, feel and smell these regions I know I am at my place. Even though I do not have an actual place in either of them. I have a place that I can move to where ever I want. And when I enter the door it does feel like home.
But I am sick of the wheels. Meanwhile there is so much freedom to being able to move your home to wherever you want, there are a lot of inconveniences tied to it. Where do I sleep? Will the cops show up? Do I have enough water and diesel in the tanks? When will something break and will I be able to fix it?
I don’t want these endless choices anymore. I just want one.
One place. One Home. One Garden. One Guy. One Life.
One base that I can build on. One base that I can come back to after another expedition and just know it will be there as I left it. I don’t want to come back to scattered pieces blown into each direction by the wind, noticing that my home just moved country once again. I don’t want the cheap and messy freedom of avoiding the things I don’t like. I want the freedom of choosing the things I do want.
I want to choose, I don’t want options anymore.
Which is, I guess, what your twenties are for, ideally.
Some trying, a few wrong choices, some lessons learned to figure out what you really want to build with this life.
Like that I have the other 60 years for constructing the reality and the community I aspire to have around for myself and others.
Maybe that is the impatient idealist speaking in me, the determinate romantic or just basic sane human instinct.
When do you build upon these things you try out in your twenties? And when do you scrap them, take them as lesson to build the next thing better?
When do we choose what “Home” looks like? How do we start building it?
Maybe to choose what we really want, we have to let go of everything we did just “try” so far. Maybe if I want one place I have to let go of a home that has wheels, stop the moving.
Impatience. Dedication. Love.
What do you want "Home" to be like?
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