Home? What is home? To me, home is sitting on a couch with a hot cup of coffee warming in my hands. Even if I’ve just walked in the door, it’s that feeling of comfort, a sigh of relaxation. Home is a place to let your hair down, get out of your street clothes, be yourself and be safe. Dyer says you can work towards that feeling no matter where you are. I think in order to do that you must have amazing self-confidence. However, I find that no matter where I’m sleeping, I can acquire that feeling, and rather quickly.
From infancy I have found myself in new homes, tents, hotel rooms, family and friend guest rooms, camper vans, all kinds of places to lay my head. Yet I can immediately adopt that new place as my home, someplace to feel warm and comfortable. In fact, I do this without thinking. For example, we recently spent the weekend in Prague. Now, I don’t speak Czech, and I had never been to that particular hotel before, but by the end of the first evening of walking around and getting to know the city, I turned to Jim and said, “I’m tired. Let’s go home.” By home, of course, I meant the hotel, a place to rest, a place to relax. We will typically shed our gear, freshen up, then head downstairs for a coffee or beer. There we sit, talk, and watch the world go by. It feels like home.
I remember living in my mother’s home town, Canaan, Connecticut. We had a couple of chairs on the porch, and we would sit there watching everyone parade by. They would honk or wave if they were in the car, or stop by if they were walking the dog. I try to bring that feeling with me wherever I go, that feeling of having time to sit and put your feet up, greet the world.
What makes you feel at home?