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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2009 10:59:52 GMT
Given the glories of travelling to other places whether it be exotic or generic,fun holiday,work or duty,when all is said and done."there's no place like home". To be greeted by loved ones,two legged and four,bathe in one's own bathroom,sleep and wake up in one's own bed. Not to worry about leaving dishes in the sink,water splashed on the counter,turning on the radio at any hour,and sitting at one's own computer for however long one pleases to. All of this and more ,remind me where my home is and how much I appreciate it.
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Post by hwinpp on Sept 24, 2009 4:39:54 GMT
I like that idea, but for me 'home is where the heart is' is closer to home. ;D
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2009 5:33:33 GMT
I don't really feel that I have a "home" anymore. Home for me was definitely where the family was. I like returning to where I live, but there is no sentimental attachment to it.
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Post by bixaorellana on Sept 24, 2009 5:34:51 GMT
I was an air force brat ~~ home is where you hang your hat.
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Post by happytraveller on Sept 24, 2009 8:18:37 GMT
My home does not necessarily have to be the place I live. I feel at home also in our tent, as long as my hubby and dog are around
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Post by tillystar on Sept 24, 2009 9:05:56 GMT
Yeah, I am a home is where the heart is kinda girl too.
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Post by imec on Sept 24, 2009 12:59:10 GMT
Having to travel a lot, I also learn to "make myself at home" - it's really nothing like "being home" though.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2009 13:19:35 GMT
I believe for me it's the freedom thing. At my mother's I was a guest. The living arrangement is drastically different with Cristina her full time caretaker there and a set schedule. I needed to be respectful of that and curtail my comings and goings,phone calls coming in,friends visiting etc. While in NYC I had none of this as I was alone in the apartment graciously loaned and had absolutely no responsibilities or obligations to anyone. The freedom there was in stark contrast to my stay at my mothers. It was a visit then,not a holiday in the true sense of the word and not about me and what I wanted to do. With that, I am truly glad to be back to where my movements are not restricted . I feel pretty confident that they are glad to have me out of their hair as well.
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Post by tillystar on Sept 24, 2009 14:06:06 GMT
I know exactly what you mean. We spend 10 days at my Mother in Laws on “holiday” this year. It was definately a visit and not very relaxing, it was very much about the feeling of being restricting that made it so difficult. It was a great to be home and kick my shoes off, sprawl out on the sofa with my laptop and leave Little Star to play alone and *shock horror* have a drop of juice/crumb/dirty mark on her top for more than 30 seconds on her top without the whole house having to have a nervous breakdown. And despite that rant we do get on Its just nicer being at home.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2009 15:13:32 GMT
My mother and I both agreed (some years ago) that 10 days was our mutual limit. The "restrictions" were well worth my knowing that she is in loving and capable hands as she has had some serious health episodes in the past year. By day 8 she was politely inquiring as to when was I "going back" and why was I wearing what I was wearing out to lunch. Back to her motherly self and a great relief to hear these old familiar tones.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2009 3:07:59 GMT
Having to travel a lot, I also learn to "make myself at home" - it's really nothing like "being home" though. I agree. There's nothing like home for me. And that place lives in my heart as well as in a physical sense, here in this little town, with the ones I love.
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Post by rikita on Sept 26, 2009 17:35:32 GMT
well i feel at home in my apartment, and in berlin. actually, with my old apartment i always felt bad when i got home from traveling at first, while here i am always a bit glad to be back here, though obviously travel is preferable. and as i said, berlin does feel like home though that doesn't mean i have to live here forever. the bf's place has a certain feel of home for me too, though i guess that might have more to do with him.
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