What is Home to you?

hello everyone,
Id appreciate it a lot if you could help out my uni work (graphics and illustration at leeds, UK) by answering a simple question:

What is HOME to you? (What do you consider your home? What does it mean to you?)

Make your answers as short/long, simple/intricate as you like.


thanks a lot for your help, i look forward to reading the replies.

:) cheeers,
lara xx

Original Post by sleeptodream:

What is HOME to you? (What do you consider your home? What does it mean to you?)

Home is where my Cats/Family are.

Home is wherever you feel safest, surrounded by family or friends (pets included :P). It's where you can truly be yourself, free from worry.

For me "home" is a bit difficult to answer...

I grew up in a military family and we moved about every two years.  As a child this was hard.  When my father retired we still moved around.  We finally landed in Oklahoma and that is where my father is buried.  I don't consider that to be home.  My friends from high school always ask when I am coming "home" for a visit.  I don't think the physicall confines of a house make a home, or even the people within the house.  When I lived with my mom as a young adult I didn't consider that my "home". If I go to my mom's now, it is her house/home.

My family (children/spouse/pets) are my home.  I purposely excluded - parents, siblings from my definition of family.  We are an individual unit that creates our home and family.  When the kids leave, my home will be wherever my husband is, even if it is a box under the bridge.

I am not sure that this makes sense.  Reading it back it sounds a little harsh.  I am not a super "family" oriented individual and this is the only definition I can relate to. 

My brothers are spread out all over the place, but have lived in their respective communities for the past 10-15 years.  They consider the community to be their home.  They have switched houses in the time period. 

To me, home isn't a place, it's a feeling.  When I am with my young son, I am "home".  It doesn't matter if we are together at a movie or a restaurant, it's "home".

Home is my mobile meth lab.

the concept of "home" has changed a lot for me over the past five years.

it used to be that place where the fridge was always full of yummy, interesting things, where my mom cooked gourmet meals, where i knew where everything was and what the rituals were, and where i could always count on a good laugh and a good fight.

but parents age and things change, and that "home" no longer exists.  now home is where my stuff is, where i make the rules and the rituals are my own (and my dog's), where i can take care of my friends and family, but only as long and in the ways that i want to.  oh - and home is where i can wear pajamas and indulge in bad habits.

My dad was military, I was in the army and we retired in 94' so this is the longest I've lived in one place. My idea of home changed over the years. When we were oversea and traveling it was anywhere my family could be together and come together in the evening and be safe.

As the kids left it is a place that I come to relax from the world at the end of the day with my husband. Away for all the craziness of the world and be safe and have fun.

I live in an Asian country with no family here and it still feels like home.

Home is a feeling... not a place. 

Even though my mom and dad still live in the house that I lived in for almost 20 years, that's not "home" anymore. If I stayed the night there, I would be welcome to do whatever I wanted but it's not the same since I'm an adult.

My home right now is the house that I bought a few years ago. It's got all of my belongings, my pets, my fiance, and I can do whatever I want to it and in it (within reason, of course). Maybe the location will change but as long as all of my things that I love come with me, that will be home too.

It's simple, home is the place you would choose to be if you could only live in one place for the rest of your life.

I feel like home is where ever there is someone who cares for me.  I'd like to think that if my physical house burned down, that there are people who care enough for me to take me in and let me "feel at home" - whether that be my parents, or other family, or a really good friend.

If I can lay my head down and sleep soundly and get a good meal - it's home.

Thanks for this thread.... I feel blessed.

I think home is were the heart is and my heart is with my boyfriend and two loving kitties. For now it is in a small apartment over looking a small park, tomorrow it may change, as long as I have the things I love most.

Like some I have moved around alot and as I grew up I realized that a place doesn't make a home.

"Home is the place where, when you have to go there,
They have to take you in."

"I should have called it
Something you somehow haven't to deserve."

 -Robert Frost, Death of a Hired Man

Home is where I feel safe, unthreatened, where I can go without a bra for days, where I feel taken care of.

It's not a location, it's a state of mind.

Home is a place untamed, spirited in its yielding of space, past midnight howls where daylight dreams of Summerland wait for me.

these are all amazing answers. thanks so much to everyone, and ill try and post a few pictures of the finished pieces in a couple weeks time :) xx

home to me is where i grew up and where my family is

Home is where I feel the most secure and free. From ages 0-20, that was always with my parents and brother, even when we argued or I felt that my freedom was being impinged upon. It was home when I first started coming to college because I wasn't comfortable or secure living in the dorms. Sometime near the end of my sophomore year it changed... I had my own space and freedom.

So for now, the city I go to college in is home. In a more personal sense, it's a feeling of happiness and peace that sometimes happens when I am snuggling with the boyfriend. He is my specific home. But even without him, this city would be my home-- not where I grew up. Anywhere I'll move as an adult will become home after a short adjustment period.

It's a matter of semantics and how it's used in context sometimes. Going home means I'm going to the place where I put my body to rest.

Home for this place is under my account at the top menu. My bad!