When I focus on "Home," my mind is filled with a stream of numerous thoughts. The term takes me back many years to a happy, active childhood with my biological family. I can recreate visions of our home, each room and moments spent together. I can see myself, my sister & parents seated in our den watching TV after dinner, always in the same spots as though we understood our "assigned" seating.....My sister & I always sharing the couch, being silly by hoarding the pillows and blankets from one another and trying to prove who was "boss of the couch," as we giggled.
Even our neighborhood block has a sense of "home" to me because we lived their for what seemed like forever. I can name every family for every house on our street. We were comfortable, safe & protected.
Once we were independent with families of our own, we spent lots of time in this home, this neighborhood and our quaint, friendly village. Our children got to know their grandparents and each other and understand the fondness we had for our "home."
Now, all these years later, as the lone surviving member of my birth family, in my heart it's all still very much my "home"~~the house, neighborhood and village. It takes me back in memory whenever I'm there and literally feel the warmth & happiness of "home."
No matter where I have traveled, and the many places I have lived, both near and far....I am the living, breathing reality that "Home is where the Heart is."....For me, this is so very true.
Excellent question I am pleased to answer, ThreeKeys. Peace, Paula