The Place I Belong

"One who goes back to his home does not consider the night too dark. He knows his way."- Uganda

Home. There's no better place. Honestly there's not. But let's not get confused. Home isn't just where I live, because that's not what makes a home. A home is something you cannot sell, cannot buy, and cannot find driving around the block. It doesn't work that way. In fact, a home doesn't have to be a physical house at all. Home is the place that you feel safest, feel happiest. Whatever place that is for you... I'm glad you have one, because I'm still looking for mine.

A few years ago, when my dad was thinking about buying a new house, he was talking to the previous owner about the whole process of having a house on the market. My dad, unknowingly, asked about having a "home" on the market. Then the man replied, "I'm not selling my home. I'm selling my house. There's a difference."

It was one of the most insightful quotes I had ever heard at that point in my life. At least, the most insightful from someone who wasn't a pastor or a politician... he was just an ordinary man, selling his house to my dad.

Okay. So home. It doesn't have to be a physical place. And to be perfectly honest, I'm not so sure I've found mine yet. I have so much going on in my life, its hard to say that I have just one place that I like to be, that I feel safest. But I do have a couple candidates. Maybe home is where my family is, where my mom is. My mom has always been my role model, and the one person I can trust to come through on their promise.

Then again... maybe home is where my best friends are. Not necessarily school, because there are some people I'm not too comfortable around... So I guess in this case, home is just a mental condition, a party or a gettogether where I have the few best friends that I really have.

On another thought... maybe home is where there is music involved. Music has been my favorite hobby and a figurative security blanket for as long as I can remember. I feel happiest where music is playing... so maybe that is home.

Sounds a little unreliable, doesn't it? I don't even have a definite place to consider a home. But at the same time, maybe having a few different places that I could consider home is better, because that means more places that I feel safe.

And when I do finally decide where my home, or homes, truly are, I'll just... smile because it happened.