Home {Another Five Minute Friday}

My kind of Home

When I saw this week's prompt I was overwhelmed. It is the one word that hovers in the back of my mind and sometimes sits in the end of my fingertips, waiting to be blogged. And yet, I hold back. For nearly six months I have been wrestling with this word called home. Rolling it around on my tongue, trying to define a concept that seems intangible.

{This post should be five minutes, but it could go on so much longer.}

Defining home has become simple. So simple that it's definition is obvious. Home is wherever the four other immediately members of my family are.

When the five of us are together, we are home.

But home then is not just a place, but can be many places.

I wrestle with this, this idea that we have left where we were, and to returned to where we came from, and that we were home both places. Yes we love the sturdy familiarity of life in The Bungalow. But the structure, the address, the yard alone are no longer the definition of home for me.

When people ask how it feels to be home, I always reply, "We are happy to be back."

Because, in my mind, we've been my kind of home all along.

For other blogger's thoughts on home, visit the Gypsy Momma, where this week's Five Minute Friday Prompt is: Home.
http://thegypsymama.com/2011/06/five-minute-friday-home/