Home Is Where…

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.

18 thoughts on “Home Is Where…

  1. 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!

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  2. 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.

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