Home!

What does this really mean - to be home, to have a home, to feel at home. Is it a place, an entity, is it tangible or not?

I think it definitely leads itself to many things - in many instances I have come home, found a home, and I am home!

The most obvious is the physical - the place where I hang my hat! The place where I rest my head on a nightly basis (well within a reason.) The place where I sit and watch TV, spend time on the computer, cook and clean. It is where my bed is and my couch stays. I have managed to find a new one - I am moving into the city! I am very excited about my new home. It is warm, cozy and inviting! Southie is my new home! I am looking forward to being in the city and yet at the same time have the water so close to me that I can smell the salt when I open my windows.( well not really but I am only 4 short blocks from the bay!) So in this case of home, it is a tangible entity.

And then there is home within the heart. For years I have been searching for home, who will be my shelter, my safe haven, my heart and soul. Paul is my home and with that in mind, it doesn't matter where I hang my hat because there is a warmth I feel with him; a certainty. He brings me to life with just the thought of him. I don't have the need for much more - only that! I am blessed to know this is home. I am more blessed to know love like I have always dreamed about. In this sense, home is not tangible but it is touchable.

Why do I bring this up - I am not sure, maybe because I am sitting here packing, listening to music and wondering where to put things. Needless to say, I am not getting things done because I am writing as opposed to packing. So be it.


M~