Homeward Bound - January 15, 2009
In these past few crazy months I have called 7 different hostels in Costa Rica, a dorm room and suburban ranch in upstate New York, a lakehouse in Indiana, a loft in Manhattan, and a condo in Colorado my home. Aside from making me feel truly blessed, reflecting on these experiences has led me to question what we really mean when we call somewhere "home".
I don't think "home" has anything to do with possessions, as the only constant possessions throughout my travels has been my guitar and notebook, and I'm sure I would have felt just as "at home" with any other guitar and pad of paper.
I don't think home is a location because I haven't felt any more "at home" in my state of birth (New York) than I did in the southern hemisphere.
I don't think home has to do with particular people either, counterintuitive as it may sound, because I have had conversations with people who popped into my life for 15 minutes before disappearing, never to be seen or heard from again, that made me feel more "at home" than small-talk with lifelong friends.
Instead I think that "home" is a sense of comfort that can only come from within. It maym be set off by familiar possessions, locations, or faces, but it can only really come from how comfortable we are with ourselves. As technology expands and borders dissolve location, possessions, and individuals become less significant relative to the human species at large. It is up to us as individuals to find peace within the chaos, a peace that can only come from being at "home" with yourself.
I leave for London in 2 days, changing homes once again, and I look forward to sharing this journey we call life with you.
I don't think "home" has anything to do with possessions, as the only constant possessions throughout my travels has been my guitar and notebook, and I'm sure I would have felt just as "at home" with any other guitar and pad of paper.
I don't think home is a location because I haven't felt any more "at home" in my state of birth (New York) than I did in the southern hemisphere.
I don't think home has to do with particular people either, counterintuitive as it may sound, because I have had conversations with people who popped into my life for 15 minutes before disappearing, never to be seen or heard from again, that made me feel more "at home" than small-talk with lifelong friends.
Instead I think that "home" is a sense of comfort that can only come from within. It maym be set off by familiar possessions, locations, or faces, but it can only really come from how comfortable we are with ourselves. As technology expands and borders dissolve location, possessions, and individuals become less significant relative to the human species at large. It is up to us as individuals to find peace within the chaos, a peace that can only come from being at "home" with yourself.
I leave for London in 2 days, changing homes once again, and I look forward to sharing this journey we call life with you.