I'm so very sorry, askye. Your family is in my thoughts.
Home for me is my house in Salem. Very much. It's got Tom, my cat, my stuff, and I am invested in it emotionally (as well as financially of course).
My parents moved when I was 13 so I only lived in their current house for 4 years before going off to college. I'd come back "home" on weekends and summers though. But when Tom and I got together, that was no longer "home," oddly enough. I guess there was some transference involved.
Speaking of home, I'm absurdly pleased by doing curtain washing for the first time since we moved in (3 years)! I know it sounds gross, but I never even thought about curtains being laundry fodder. They are just there as part of the window... but I washed the dining room and the bedroom curtains, yay!
Oh, askye. That's tragic and awful. Peace and love and prayers to you and your family. I'm glad you were able to take today off.
Oh, askye, I'm so sorry about your cousin. Peace to you and your family.
The last place that really felt like home to me was the house we lived in PA for eight years. But I also have a larger sense of "home" for that area. I used to have it for the town in NJ where Stephen and I grew up, but when I visit there now so much has changed, so many people have moved on, it's not the same.
Home is also, in an important way, where my family is. Where Stephen and the kids are, always.
{{{askye}}} I'm so very sorry for your loss. Tons of ~ma to you and your family.
My last apartment never really felt like home, because I never felt like I could fully relax there. This place already feels like home to me.
{{{askye}}} Much peace to you and your family.
Oh askye, I'm so sorry. Much strength and peace to you and your family.
Some apartments have felt more like home than others.
But more importantly, Los Angeles has, from just about the moment I got here, felt more like home than Michigan ever did, despite the fact that I left a lot of people who felt like "home" behind (and that people who
really
feel like "home" have had to leave LA).
Joe noticed that I stopped calling LA "Home" once we decided to move into my grandparents house a couple of weeks ago. Home for me is where Joe and Em are, for the most part, though LA will always feel like home to me also.
Chicago has felt more like home from the day I moved here than DC ever did.
Y'all are breaking my heart here with all thie "home" talk. Wednesday I go off to Denver to find a new place to live and I'm terrified it won't be "home".
