Do you have a "home"
 

I mean, do you have an area you call home, and do you live there or plan to return? Some might say that they are a New Yorker, or Texan, regardless of where they live. I feel I have no attachment like that.
I grew up in MD, outside of DC, but I have no intention of returning, it is to me the place I grew up. I love Colorado, and intend to stay here, but it is not like I would have to live the rest of my life here to be happy. I don't feel like I have a strong attachment to any one area. They are nice places, but so are other areas. I guess for me the closest is just saying America. I could not see living anywhere else or becoming a citizen elsewhere. I want to visit other places, and I could go work in other countries, but I will always be from the U.S.

Where about are you in Colorado... ?



I was born and raised in Denver. I've lived and traveled around the world and I always end up back here.

I have a home. I live in it.

I have always lived within 30 miles of where I was born.
Where I live now is only 3 towns over from where I grew up.

California is my home, specifically the Bay Area.

I love visiting other places, but this has been and always will be my home.

"Home" is wherever I am, as long as QW is by my side. Period.

Home for me is, and always will be, New Hampshire. I've yet to actually leave the state... but if that day ever comes, it will still be home.

Only took me a few months to feel at home here in Houston. I've got every intention of coming back the first chance I get.

I gave up the notion of a home (at least in the sense you speak of) a long time ago. It's not for me. I'm a creature of change, and if I stay somewhere too long I get bored and do something different.

I'm a wanderer...

I always want that feeling of 'home'. I have never really felt it. My dad was transferred a lot so we moved at least 6 times in the first 7 years of my life. I think this just started the trend for me.

I remember when I was 5 and we moved to where my parents still reside I said that I was moving away from there the first chance I got. I did. I have moved 8 times in the past 9 years and we're actually looking at apartments again tomorrow.

It's not that I haven't enjoyed everywhere I've lived. I really liked living in Columbus, OH, but I never felt settled there. I absolutely love Chicago, but I can't seem to settle and let it be the final place for me to stay. I wish I could, but the feeling isn't there.

I guess, like Punk of Ages, I have the itchy feet of a wanderer.

I've never felt truly at home anywhere, the closest I've come is when we lived in North Carolina. I do think I could call NC home, just not in the area that I lived previously. I will never consider Utah home, no matter how long I am here.

Put me into the wanderer box, much as it strains my relationships and family...

live in the UAE but sydney is always home.

ill go back one day..but having too much fun globetrotting to go back any time soon

I don't have a home. I will when I'm much older. But for now, I shall have many houses and lots of real estate To satisfy a hunger I fear will never be quelled.

Born and bred in Port Elizabeth. Have never lived anywhere else. Traveled a little (even out of the country but never overseas) and still intend traveling a lot more. But it's enough to know that i want to live here for the rest of my life. and its the absolute best place to raise kids. The weather's great all year round. never too hot or too cold and if it ever does get too hot, you're just like 20 minutes max away from the beach. PE is my home and always will be.

Home is where my loved ones are. I've found "home" in a hotel room after a long day as long as my SO was there. :)

But, I'll always be a Floridian.

i've been thinking about this lately. i'm kind of a nomad, but tempermentally i'm not so much a nomad. it just seems to be the way things work out.

i've been lucky to have found myself in a series of communities, each in a different place, each different from the other. each community simultaneously expanded my head and rooted me in a way symmetrical with it--this because each was made up of folk who do different things, and because as you move through this life business you continually change. like it or not, you continually change.

i feel strangely connected to tiny town, partly because my family lives around here (and this is the first time i've been around them geographically in many years) and partly because as time goes on i am assembling another one of the seemingly endless series of communities---what's different about here is that i also feel some strange connection to the terrain, to the coastline, to this particular coastline and the ways of thinking and being that are of a piece with it. i never had anything like this last part in chicago or philadelphia. paris maybe yes, but not in the same way, not with this sense of intimacy.

but i don't have any strong sense that this is a permanent situation. mostly because i have just put myself through a fairly profound change in direction and am consolidating myself...pushing into the plan i have for this next phase of being in the world--but i have a sense from somewhere that this new phase is going to cause me to leave tiny town at some point. so i enjoy it while i'm here, learn from it what i can, take it all in.

but in the end, it's hard to say if one is a nomad or if one simply imagines oneself to be such, or even whether there's a difference-and what the implications are of this being or imagining, whether it creates the sense of distance that seems like is just part of the world around you. it's circular. maybe it doesn't matter.

I have a home. It is in NYC. I really love living here. I never knew it was my home until one trip I returned, and the drive from JFK over the LIE to the BQE, and there's a turn, when suddenly you see the NYC skyline. It was that day, that moment, that I knew I was where I was happiest and most at home.

Got any more acronyms you want to throw in there, Cynth?:rolleyes:

I'm either classified as a wanderer or I just haven't found my 'home' yet. I'm equally happy in a number of places.

I could have tossed in LES :p

I have several homes. One is with my parents (as childish as this might sound, our relationship has not been at its strongest but they've always made sure that I know that they are there for me, whenever I need them, and for that they have my eternal love and respect). Another is NYC. I feel like they're is no other place like it, and I hope I'll always be able to live around here.

Gotta be Washington for me--specifically, Seattle. I moved to the Bay Area for two years and all I can think of was getting back here. I was bored with the place and I thought the new setting would be refreshing. What I didn't realize was how much CA made me miss WA. So once my brother graduated, I hauled ass back here. I'm gonna want to move around once I get out of school to see the world, but here is where I'll settle down.

I lived in the same house for the first 18 years of my life, but I have never felt a strong connection to a particular location. My home is wherever my wife and children are.

I lived in Oregon the first 20 years of my life. Then I spent 4 years bouncing around the globe where ever the US Navy sent me. They sent me a lot of places. 17 countries in the first 18 months or so. I then spent about 20 years living on the Oregon coast. Nice place, really love it in the spring and summer. It's where I'm from and part of who I am. But the winters are damp, gray and cold. I'm living and Mexico now and have no plans of leaving anytime soon. Last fall facing a nearly 1K fine for a problem with my FM3 Visa paperwork incorrect I decided I'd pay the fine rather then leave. Luckily I didn't have to pay the fine, but I would have. Guess this is where I'm from now and it too is a part of me.

I have yet to build a home. I'm hoping my next career takes me far away from the life I know now.

I've never lived more than 45 minutes away from where I grew up. I have no desire to live anywhere else. My family is all here in the area and they are "home" to me. I like visiting other places, but southwest OK will always be the "place".

I live in the attic of the tiny doll house that is my skull.
A skull that I hope will be accidentally unearthed centuries from now in Austin.
Inside it they will find no answers at all.

A certain region of California between the central coast and the southern coast is my true home. Lost in the oak woodlands, somewhere between a hill and a valley. Entirely too close to the ocean. There's a special little spot over there, a great little town that I've watched change and progress. That is my home. That is where I return. Everywhere else that I go does not feel the same. I am never complete when I am elsewhere. I am attempting to make my home anywhere, to feel that attachment to the town I currently live. But I suppose I am too firmly rooted. I know the plants there, the terrain. I know what to expect when I'm on my own on a trail - I know what's just around the bend and delight in sharing it with others. I don't know if I'll ever find another home. I'm fairly confident that I will never be able to afford to live in the place where I call home. It's a place to go for holidays, surrounded by family.

There are other places my husband and I have visited that felt comfortable and home-like. We would like to return to one of those places and make our home there. We're not sure which. We're still willing to explore and experience more of these places that immediately feel like home. A few we have come across: Missoula, Montana - Rosarito, Mexico - Moorea, French Polynesia - Cerbere, France - Carnia, Italy.

Assuming that they see your skull as the treasure chest it is, I doubt the lack of answers is what they will be most disappointed in if they don't find anything inside.

Dubloon'd!

We moved 1 to 3 times every year when I was growing up, usually far from here or anyone I knew. I hated that. But Grandma's house was always here to visit, my familiar unchanging rock.

Grandma's old house is now what my family calls home. Grandma is long gone, but we bought her house, and have been here for 18 years now.

Funny, when relatives are in the area they always drop by. Not necessarily because they want to visit me, but they want to stop and see 'Grandma's old house.'

shoot, isn't home where you live?

I heard it's "where ya hang your hat" and "where you drop your ruck."

I dunno. I don't wear hats and I mostly keep my ruck in the garage these days.

Home is where you feel comfortable, where the people, places, and things are familiar.

Some of us want a home and some of us need a home.

And some of us don't.

I think I want the idea more than the reality.

i've always felt comfortable wherever i was, 'ceptin' for that stretch from late '67 to '69...

What? You didn't like college?

Where I live (Louisville, KY) is my home. It is not the town I was born-and-raised in, but its the town I have chosen. I've put down roots here, and feel very much a part of the community. I don't feel at home in my "hometown"--while there are things about it I miss, I never quite felt "free to be me" there. I feel I've found the perfect balance between small town charm and big city convenience/anonymity.

Broomfield, and Mario's Two fisted Pizza is great. Oooh, one time my wife and I were in there getting pizza and two young women walked up to a pair of guys and asked for their autograph. Turns out it was the members 0f 3oh!3, and they had just been signed but not hit it big (Last summer). Celebrity sighting! I feel like a little schoolgirl.

home is where my wife and someday our kids will be. But as you see, some declare a region or area or city as their home. I don't have that, and I don't know if I need it. I don't feel as if I have roots. My life is about what I do, not where I am from.

The way I see it, the place I live is a house (even if it's an apartment). Home is something that is intangible to me. The old adage, Home is where your heart is, while a bit over used, has a ring of truth to it. For me, my home is my family. It doesn't matter where in the world we are living, it is when I am with my wife and kids that I feel most at home.

It has just been in the last couple of months that I have switched from considering my parents' house 'home' as opposed to the apartment I have with my partner. It wasn't a conscious decision. I lived in my parents' house for 21 years so it was always home to me. While I still love to visit them, I am glad that I have my own home that I am making with my partner.

As for a more general 'home', I have always lived in Colorado and while I was a teenager, I wanted nothing more than to get out of this state. It was only once I traveled that I realized how much I like Colorado. I might live someplace else but I will call CO home.

/tasteless