When we are really young and all we know is the place where we live and the ones we get to meet when our parents take us on vacation, it's easy to believe that home is where our parents are. That's where we feel safe (or we should feel safe), that's were we belong, no doubts about that . Then the stories and the tv show us that the world is further more than the street where we live and Sesame Street looks a better place to be. The dreaming starts and after that, God knows where each person's home is.
We tend to call home to the place where we live. Maybe that's because that's where all our personal stuff is, our identity is connected to the material things we have. (I'm not talking about expensive things). All our memories, the things we work hard to get are there, in that place where we come back at night and say: "Home sweet home". I sure can do that. But I do not know where my home is.
When people talk about the idea of home I usually remember those who lost their homes in desastres like the huge fires in Portugal or Hurricane Katrina in USA. People had to run away and saw all the work of a lifetime got destroyed, still they feel the need to return, because despite all the damages, that's where they belong, that's where they belong in.
We tend to call home to the place where we live. Maybe that's because that's where all our personal stuff is, our identity is connected to the material things we have. (I'm not talking about expensive things). All our memories, the things we work hard to get are there, in that place where we come back at night and say: "Home sweet home". I sure can do that. But I do not know where my home is.
I'm from Lisbon, that's where I was born, Lisbon is the closest definition to home as a place that I can find. I love Saint Jorge's Castle and Tagus River, I love the chestnut sellers and the birds on the street.But eventhough it sometimes feels like home to me, I do know that's not really where I belong in. I often feel like an alien, due to not understanding this world. Can we can call home something we do not understand?
Maybe the concept of home to me means my individuality, my identity, who I am.
I do not have rubi shoes, I'm glad I have a place to live and call home, but I am a dreamer and a traveller-to-be. So I am still looking for my own concept of home, while I keep on searching for myself.
(From the Wizzard of Oz, rubi shoes - "There's no place like home" scene)
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