Why Do We Call This Place Home?
And what if you needed to go home, and there was no way to get there?
We’ve all felt it: that moment after being away that we start missing home.
Or, the ache of homesickness after a long separation. And that moment on the way back, when we turn a particular corner and the neighborhood we recognize comes into view. The singular deep pleasure when we arrive: home.
At the end of a long day home is a harbor, a relief; a final destination; a place to change into ourselves and simply stop; completion.
If we pause and think about it, isn’t it odd that we should form such a deep attachment to a place?
Just what makes a place a “home”?
For most of us, there’s a ‘home’ we return to today, but there’s also a dwelling and town we knew in childhood that, for some mystical reason, no matter where we’ve lived in between, still retains the primal imprint of “home”, even now. A foundational connection so deep that even after the passing of years and many miles, still holds an emotional attachment that we can never really escape. It’s where we grew up. And even long after we’ve moved on, we know it by feel.
