“Home sweet home”… I think there isn’t a single man or woman in the whole world who hasn’t muttered or at least thought about these words when arriving somewhere at least once in their lives. By “Home” I am not referring exclusively to that material place built out of bricks and concrete where we sleep in, or store our personal belongings… In my opinion, “Home” can have a wide variety of meanings according to different situations, but in the end they all tend to mean one specific thing: “safety” and comfort. For example, for a group of immigrants working in a faraway country, “home” can be their native country or city, and not only the place where they sleep in. Different situations, like distance, can provoke on individuals a different feeling of what they consider home. When we are growing up, our home is the place where we live in, where our parents and friends are. But inside our house there is usually a special place: our bedroom, the ultimate sanctuary inside our home. Of course, the whole house is our home, but while we don’t have a house of our own, our bedroom is usually the “home” inside our home. It is where we keep our little secrets, the things we like the most and the place where we spend the majority of our time. Basically it is “us” reflected upon those walls. But things get a little different after we grow up and have our own home. The sanctuary that was once our room extends to the other divisions of the house, and every single one of them become as important as the other, mainly because it is something that belongs to us, that was “built” and decorated accordingly to our own personality and desire. But if “home is where our heart is”, that doesn’t mean that just because we move into a luxurious house that place will immediately become our “Home”. Some people would never trade their humble houses and belongings for a bigger and lavish house, just because it’s better, simply because the other place contains a handful of powerful memories. Yes, memories can also be our “home”. Everyone one has a little arc of memories where they keep their good, and sometimes times not so good moments. These moments are things that help us through bad times or help us growing up, so, it is really hard for someone to move out of a place where most of those memories are stored. For most of us, “home” is not only our house, city or country, just because we live in or were born in it, but mainly because it is the place where our treasured memories are stored in. So, the opinion I want to share with you all regarding the expression “home” is that no matter how many shapes that expression may acquire accordingly to different people, in the end the synonym of the expression “home” is haven, a place where we can be happy, sad, but mainly ourselves in peace.
3/27/07
home... our safe haven
“Home sweet home”… I think there isn’t a single man or woman in the whole world who hasn’t muttered or at least thought about these words when arriving somewhere at least once in their lives. By “Home” I am not referring exclusively to that material place built out of bricks and concrete where we sleep in, or store our personal belongings… In my opinion, “Home” can have a wide variety of meanings according to different situations, but in the end they all tend to mean one specific thing: “safety” and comfort. For example, for a group of immigrants working in a faraway country, “home” can be their native country or city, and not only the place where they sleep in. Different situations, like distance, can provoke on individuals a different feeling of what they consider home. When we are growing up, our home is the place where we live in, where our parents and friends are. But inside our house there is usually a special place: our bedroom, the ultimate sanctuary inside our home. Of course, the whole house is our home, but while we don’t have a house of our own, our bedroom is usually the “home” inside our home. It is where we keep our little secrets, the things we like the most and the place where we spend the majority of our time. Basically it is “us” reflected upon those walls. But things get a little different after we grow up and have our own home. The sanctuary that was once our room extends to the other divisions of the house, and every single one of them become as important as the other, mainly because it is something that belongs to us, that was “built” and decorated accordingly to our own personality and desire. But if “home is where our heart is”, that doesn’t mean that just because we move into a luxurious house that place will immediately become our “Home”. Some people would never trade their humble houses and belongings for a bigger and lavish house, just because it’s better, simply because the other place contains a handful of powerful memories. Yes, memories can also be our “home”. Everyone one has a little arc of memories where they keep their good, and sometimes times not so good moments. These moments are things that help us through bad times or help us growing up, so, it is really hard for someone to move out of a place where most of those memories are stored. For most of us, “home” is not only our house, city or country, just because we live in or were born in it, but mainly because it is the place where our treasured memories are stored in. So, the opinion I want to share with you all regarding the expression “home” is that no matter how many shapes that expression may acquire accordingly to different people, in the end the synonym of the expression “home” is haven, a place where we can be happy, sad, but mainly ourselves in peace.
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