Posted on | July 1, 2009 | 1 Comment
I just got done moving out of an apartment in Downtown Los Angeles that I occupied for two years. I managed to purge about 80% of my furniture and at least 50% of my stuff. A long and exhausting struggle to move my remaining belongings into storage really made me start to think about why I’m so attached to all of these items. I am beginning to envy the types of people that can move freely from place to place with little more than a couple of suitcases. We might all know someone like this but I think you’ll agree with me when I say they are a minority, at least in the United States.
Still though, as I leave another apartment behind and go in search of where I belong, I have to wonder what constitutes “home” for me. Sure, there will always be my “hometown”, but there are so many different ways to regard home. If home is where the heart is, then I must say my home is everywhere I have a friend or loved one. And although I placed such a strong value on the goods I ended up keeping, they do not make a home. Hopefully they will make it more interesting though, whenever I decide to settle down.
But, what does “home” mean to you?