Home seems to be the word of the week. People travelling and returning home. People looking for a place to call home. People wishing they didn’t have quite so much time to spend at home. There is no place like home... Regardless of where it might be or if it is the place you have always dreamed of, home is a place that lives inside of us. We go there whenever we need to feel safe, secure, and happy. It is a place like no other.
Often times my family says to me” I do not know whose house you grew up in but it wasn’t ours.” A writer with a vivid imagination, I sometimes confuse the reality of the world with the imaginary worlds I have created. To me, those other worlds are just as real and they too are ‘home’ at times. Whether you are reading or writing, nearing the end of a story can bring an impending sense of loss. You know that once you finish, this world and the people in it will be gone. (Thankfully there are sequels!) But inside of us, we carry the memories, whether real or imagined, to call on whenever we need to.
Adventures lead us. They lead us to new places, to meet new people, to learn new things. The excitement and anticipation of what is to come, makes our pulse race and our breathing quicken. The moments of discovery that fill us with joy and wonder are forever etched in our minds. Adventures are wonderful. However, the best moment is when you settle in your own bed and sigh, knowing you are finally home.