House and Home....

[elfgrove]

I've not written anything serios/thoughtful in a while.
That was one thing I loved about my LJ. Going off on real, truly interesting(to me) ventures into why or how I think and see things the way I do.
I want to start doing that again.
To start, I'll look up some of my better old entries...
Though in somecases, it's the comments that make it worthwhile.
The difference between soldiers and warriors
Innocence
Masks
A Heart That's Undeveloped <-- Lookie, it's my LJ title
Entertainment
Explain... love and Love
Beauty, Horror, Faith, Wants

So what should I talk about....
I probably ough to go into sickness, or the fear of death and loss, family ties, or any of the other things that should be my greatest concern right now.
But I'll go into something a little else.
And I want feedback as wel if anyone has any to give.


What is Home?
Is it simply where you live?
No. No. Of course not. "Home is where your heart is." Or so the old saying goes.
And maybe this is something only understood by those who have moved away from home in thier lifetimes.
I lived with the same parents my entire life, and wherever my family and I lived was home. Then my grandmothers both died in my senior year of high school and I lost access to both of those homes that I grew up in. One of which was an ancestoral home. And I realized, when I wasn't calling it the Big House, that was home also.

And I thought that was okay. It makes perfect sense to think of such places as being where your heart is attached to as home. I couldn't imagine thinking of anything else as home, perhaps until I grew up and settled into my own home.

But then I moved to college. That changes things.
I never called the dorm home. I didn't care enough for it. I had a less than enjoyable dorm life. College life was okay, the place where I lived was not.

But then I moved into my apartment. And a few months later, caught myself refering to it as home. How odd. But I accepted that. I had two homes again.
One at school, and one in my hometown.

But I wonder. Is home something that simple to fufill?
I had no pets or family to return to in my apartment, what makes it home?

Mother told me recently that while living with Dave and Leigh, I should refer to thier home as home, not as thier home. While I'm here, that's home.
But I can't do that.
It's where I'm staying, but that doesn't make it home, right?

What makes the difference between an apartment lived in on my own, the place where my family resides, and anywhere that I might live for a month or two?
Home, that sense of home morseso than the technical definition...
how is it determined.

It's a very old question.
At what point does a house become a home?

For me, perhaps it is when there are 3 conditions met,
people that bind me there by my caring for them,
when I have sufficient energy sheilding on the place
(which for me sufficient is pretty heavy duty),
and then that vague third,
when I am bound to mthat place by somethng more as well.

What is the third and truly deciding factor, I don't know myself. Is it memories you get from living somewhere,when you have a routine associated with it, or is it just another one of those mysterious human emotions that we've never been able to explain?

Comments

[asatira.livejournal.com]

Home is hard to define. I couldn't define it more than being someplace that I feel safe at. Where I can escape from the rest of the world. To rest and recharge. It's really hard to say what makes a home.

[elfgrove.livejournal.com]

Yeah.
It's a hard concept to pin down.

[drathorin.livejournal.com]

*Ponders thoughtfully* Very though provoking, and my mind's racing with thoughts I can't really see right now.

[elfgrove.livejournal.com]

Good.
s'pposed to make you think.

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[drathorin.livejournal.com]

But in a thinking way that I can keep TRACK of my mind nay? ;D

[elfgrove.livejournal.com]

Picky picky...

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[drathorin.livejournal.com]

I know, aren't I though? =D