In the Wizard of Oz, Dorothy had to go on a long adventure which contained much difficulty and fear only to find in the end that there was no place like home. Do we feel like that sometimes? I know when I've been on a long vacation that I've sometimes felt that way. If I'm gone too long I miss my stuff and more importantly, I miss having my own space.
I have several places that I call home. Of course, the first place I call home is where I dwell; it's where my stuff is, where I hold gatherings and create and clean (when I make myself). I would like to think that I've created a space that defines my personality. I share this space with my husband, but as the one who's home most of the time, I try and create a space that I feel comfortable in and hopefully he does too.
The second place I call home would be at my parents' home. They live way down in Texas and I haven't seen them in almost a year and half and I am getting homesick. When I lived at that home as a teenager, I couldn't wait to leave home and make my own place in this world; lesson learned. The funny thing is that since I've moved away from home they've moved twice to entirely different cities, but it doesn't matter; wherever they live I consider home.
Then there are homes of dear relatives that I feel at home in when I'm visiting; I also have that feeling of home in my friends' homes.
I know when people visit my home I want them to be comfortable and at ease. I try and create that climate in my home. I am all about the feeling of the room or the space more than the exactness or expensiveness in my decorating; in fact, most of the things I use to enhance my spaces I find at yard sales (one of my favorite past-times).
We hear phrases like, there's no place like home and home is where your heart is. So then, which is it? When you think of home do you think of a particular space, a particular feeling or both?