Some say home is where my bed is. Then again, do they mean the care facility’s bed or my husband’s bed?
Others say home is where my toothbrush is. Then again, I take it with me wherever I go.
Dallas Moore would say home is where the highway is. My husband might’ve agreed when he was still a truck driver. Then again, neither his home in Lobith nor my care facility in Raalte is on a major highway.
I say home is where…
I can feel safe. I can feel comfortable. I can be myself.
That place, I’m not yet sure I’ve found.
This post was written for My Vivid Blog’s writing challenge: “Where”. I am also joining Writers’ Pantry #81. This post was inspired by today’s daily prompt in Day One, my diary app, which asks me to describe my ideal home. It was also inspired by this song.
A Multitude of Musings 
Hmm, home is where my house is☺
Happy Sunday
Much❤love
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks so much and you’re completely right in most cases I guess.
LikeLike
So true. you boiled it down to what home really is.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thanks so very much! 🙂
LikeLike
This poignant poem explores the meaninag of “home”. It is a touching read, my friend. God bless!
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thank you so much. It wasn’t even really intended as a poem, but I understand you see it has some poetic elements.
LikeLike
Indeed. Home is where we make it. And often takes a very long time to get there.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thank you and I agree. I have lived in one temporary placement or another pretty much my entire adult life and am now learning to feel safe in my current care home.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Home is where my heart smiles.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Aw, sweet! Thank you for commenting.
LikeLike
Home is where you are most comfortable; subject to neighbors, traffic outside, planes overhead, closeness of schools for kids, shops that you like shopping in and then there are a your partner and children you love and your dog too as he greets you everytime return home!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Lovely description! I mostly agree and particularly with your sentiment about feeling most comfortable.
LikeLike
Home is where you are really happy. And the neighbours are good. 🙂
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thank you. I agree. 🙂
LikeLike
Great post. I’ve been in many “homes” that were beautiful on the surface, but not places where I felt safe, be it emotionally or physically. It makes a big difference. So thanks for this awesome post.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’m so sorry you’ve not felt safe in some homes that looked wonderful on the outside. I can relate to that. That’s why I wrote this post.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’m in complete agreement with the conclusion of this poem. I’m not sure I’ve found home yet either.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you for sharing. It’s okay, you may find home eventually.
LikeLike