Strange how we define home

I can empathize with the article. It is strange to think what we associate with the word “home” on a deep subliminal level. Of course, my present house, where my wife and I have lived and raised our kids for 30 years, is home. But, strangely for me, Brooklyn (Carroll Street) is still home when I think at a fundamental level. I only lived there from the time I was born until 2nd grade. Not very long at all. Yet, that is what I still think of as “home.” .

The old saying “home is where the heart is” comes to mind. In Brooklyn, I was surrounded in close proximity by so many loved family and extended family members. I literally could shout across a couryard to my dear cousins, aunt and uncle from our apartment. Most of my large, extended family was with a 3 mile radius. The memories are burned in deep. Deep at the core of who I am. That is “home” for me even if it is a place I actually lived for a fairly short time. Home is less a place than a state of mind.