home is where the heart is

People ask me from time to time where I’m from. I usually tell them that has a complicated answer, and the typical follow up is “Well, where’s home?” Typically I respond “I don’t have one.”

But in the taxi heading over to chateau d’ and , I had another thought. I have many homes. With that interpretation, it’s literally true that I don’t have *one*, so I wasn’t precisely wrong before. But whether home is where the heart is, or it’s the place where when you have to go there, they have to let you in, I have multiple homes. And that is a vastly more uplifting answer.

2 thoughts on “home is where the heart is”

  1. I encountered this first when traveling around Japan in the summer after I’d been in the country almost a year. I was at a youth hostel and made a reference to my hometown causing some confusion amongst the folks I was talking to until they realized that I was a resident expat and meant my Japanese hometown.

    Going to my folks’ place in Wisconsin will always be “going home” because we moved to that house when I was six months old. But I also have other homes. In the summers when we were living in Dubai, we were “home” for the summer but after the end of two months of travel it was good to get back “home”.

    Where’s home? How about Planet Earth?

  2. My name doesn’t begin with a vowel, so the correct grammar is “de ludomancer”.

    And can you really call this place home if you’re sleeping a foot away from the kitty litter? 😀

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