It seems these days that a lot of single travel bloggers are commenting about how they just can’t keep their traveling anymore, and that they have a strong desire to return “home” for Christmas. For so many people, “home” seems to be the quintessential location where everything begins and ends. Most often, it’s their parent’s home they talk about…the place where they spent their childhood years…the place where their favorite meals were made…the place where they came home from college to spend the holidays, etc.
I’ve mentioned before that I’ve always felt a bit nomadic. I had a wonderful, magic childhood filled with days building forts in the the woods, catching tadpoles, playing competitive soccer, collecting crazy vintage décor for for my room, taking piano and vocal lessons, and performing in community theater. I certainly had a happy home life!
Yet, home for me has always seemed so much more…um…portable.
Home has never been rooted to the specific bed I slept in, the table in which I shared meals with my family, or the street on which I grew up. For me, “home” isn’t planting my roots through acquisition of furniture and cars, or decorating my own little corner of the world.
I didn’t leave a little bit of my heart behind in Kansas (where I grew up). I’ve already lived that, I’ve loved it, and I’ve built memories that have found a place in my heart. Bits of memories with my siblings and parents are a part of me, not a long-lost thing that I reach for, and try to capture in a frame on the wall. Those memories are carried with me everywhere I go. So, my question remains…why would I have homesickness when a bit of “home” goes with me everywhere?!
My home is built wherever my husband and I are together with our children. Home is where we are together, happy, and loving one another.
This Christmas we are going to be “home” in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam. Last year our “home” for Christmas was in a tent on Lake Bacalar in Mexico, and the year before it was at my parent’s new house in Utah, where they moved after I’d gotten married. In 2009 it was at my sister’s house in Atlanta, Georgia, 2008 we were back in Mexico, and in 2007 we were in a snowy Leavenworth, Washington rental home with a 2 week old baby and relatives galore!
Our homes have been just as varied as our Christmases!
And while a home is simply where we rest our heads at night (hotels, rental homes, friend’s houses, relative’s guest bedrooms, tents, etc), I believe that a Home starts in the heart. Natural or financial disasters can take your physical home from you, but only you can make a Home wherever you go.
If you lost it all tomorrow…would you still have a Home?
This post was part of a writing project through an online group of families who are on the move! To read some other great perspectives about what “home” is to people who don’t necessarily have one (in the traditional sense), check out these blogs:
Bohemian Travelers - Home is Every Where
Flashpacker Family – My Heart Doesn’t Lie at Home
Life Changing Year – I Never Thought We’d Be Home For Christmas!
A Minor Diversion – A Minor Diversion Comes Home
Grow In Grace Life - Home… Where Ever We Are, There We Are
Discover Share Inspire – How to Always Be Home For the Holidays… No Matter Where in the World You Are
The Barefoot Nomad… Where’s Home for a Barefoot Nomad?
The Nomadic Family - I Hate Home, and That One, and That One
Simon Says – Where are you from?
Expat Experiment - Traveling Home