What is home? For the first 25 years of my life, it was a place. Then it became a person. First, my mother, then my husband. But what is home really?
After moving away from any place that traditionally referred to as home, with ‘my home’, my husband, I still miss home. Initially it was an unsettling feeling because I thought I settled on the concept that home is not a place but a person. I had to explore this feeling as my priority in life is to first take care of myself.Understanding what I like, what I don’t, and being aware of what specifically troubles me is a big part of it.
After giving it a lot of thought, I came to an understanding that
home is a feeling of belonging, a feeling of being loved, valued and respected. I tend to miss all those people or places where I felt unconditional love.
So, this redefinition exercise brought back a sense of calm in me. We live in the midst of utter chaos be it climate crisis, political crisis or any other manmade crisis. With all this happening outside, I feel that it is important to have a clarity of how I feel about some recurring important phenomena in my life. It gives me a strange sense of control. That’s my two cents about this concept called home and an example of how my journey inwards matters most to me.