The idea of home is complex and changeable. Nowadays it’s commonplace to have passport from one country, an ethnic background from another country, an education in yet another country, a career somewhere else, and to still hold on tightly to dreams of a future home in yet another country!
Home is a collection of memories, a back-catalogue of dreams, a mind-map of beliefs and patriotic leanings. It’s a notion inculcated within us from a young age. We encounter endless narratives about the idea of home and what this means. Just like Dorothy’s longing to get back to Kansas in The Wizard of Oz. We are forever poised and waiting to be repatriated to our imagined homelands. Here’s some interesting insights from some great minds about the meaning of home.
‘Home has really less to do with a piece of soil than, you could say, with a piece of soul. If somebody suddenly asks me, “Where’s your home?” I think about my sweetheart or my closest friends or the songs that travel with me wherever I happen to be.’ – Pico Iyer, Where is Home?
He is the happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home.’ – Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
‘We shape our dwellings, and afterwards our dwellings shape us.’ – Winston Churchill
‘We should come home from adventures, and perils, and discoveries every day with new experience and character.’ – Henry David Thoreau
‘Where thou art, that is home.’ – Emily Dickinson
‘The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.’ – Maya Angelou
‘It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I’ve gone and come back, I’ll find it at home.’ – Rumi
For me, home is a place that exists inside of me, not in the outside world. It’s more of a feeling or a way of being that is familiar, repetitive and therefore comforting rather than boring. How would you define it?