Loved your essay. I just finished writing my memoir about all the houses I have lived in. It's called twenty-seven houses and I wrote it for my kids and grandkids. When I thought about the difference between a house and a home I realized I had lived in many houses but few "homes." My real "home" came with my second husband because I knew I belonged there and there was so much love in my life.
Thank you Mesa for sharing this essay ❤️ I loved every words of it. To me, Home is where and when I feel safe and loved. A lot of people say that it starts from within, but to me sometimes when I was completely lost it came from the outside. Actually sometimes the outside / inside perception of life puzzles me. I do think we are all walking poems and that there is a Force in the universe which wants the best for us. We just need to open our eyes and heart to the Beauty of Life, even more when the Darkness shows up! Sending you lots of love 💕
Mesa, i understand the difference between a house and a home. I also have two homes: one where i'm living in with my dad in Kerman, and one in Shiraz (my hometown). My home in Shiraz is where i feel free to enjoy my life, go to my fave places, and so on.
There's just one problem: i've been living in Kerman for more than a decade and can't throw away my life here.
Hi Negar! That must be tough to be in a space that while is a kind of home isn't the place where you feel the most free. I hope you can get back to the home that you're freest in someday.
Love the Hobbit hole! Your story reminded me of when my daughter turned 8. I’m not sure exactly what she wanted on her birthday but she was obviously very very disappointed. In the midst of her general rage, she yelled out, “I wanna go home!” We already were home. And I told her, “Honey, it ain’t gonna get any better than this!”
This was a great essay, Mesa! I was also raised in between houses, and for the longest time after leaving my childhood home(s), I felt restless being in one place. I've been intentionally nomadic my whole life (until very recently) and wonder what it is about that lifestyle that suits me. Because even in the midst of loving it, I craved a stable home. So much rich soil to till here! Thank you!
My mind immediately goes to, "home is where the heart is." Over the years I've redefined home for myself from the dictionary definition to my body as home. No matter I am—away from family & friends, traveling, away from every day comforts—I try to remind myself that my body is home. Thank you for the beautiful reminder ❤️🩹
Thank you ❤️🩹
I'm so glad ❤️🩹
I too lived in the wild chaos- I see you 🖤 Love you too!! So much!!
Loved your essay. I just finished writing my memoir about all the houses I have lived in. It's called twenty-seven houses and I wrote it for my kids and grandkids. When I thought about the difference between a house and a home I realized I had lived in many houses but few "homes." My real "home" came with my second husband because I knew I belonged there and there was so much love in my life.
I love that! Congrats on finishing your memoir!! I'm so glad you found your real home 😍
Thank you Mesa for sharing this essay ❤️ I loved every words of it. To me, Home is where and when I feel safe and loved. A lot of people say that it starts from within, but to me sometimes when I was completely lost it came from the outside. Actually sometimes the outside / inside perception of life puzzles me. I do think we are all walking poems and that there is a Force in the universe which wants the best for us. We just need to open our eyes and heart to the Beauty of Life, even more when the Darkness shows up! Sending you lots of love 💕
Thank you, Lise ❤️🩹 Big love to you!
Mesa, i understand the difference between a house and a home. I also have two homes: one where i'm living in with my dad in Kerman, and one in Shiraz (my hometown). My home in Shiraz is where i feel free to enjoy my life, go to my fave places, and so on.
There's just one problem: i've been living in Kerman for more than a decade and can't throw away my life here.
Hi Negar! That must be tough to be in a space that while is a kind of home isn't the place where you feel the most free. I hope you can get back to the home that you're freest in someday.
Thanks, Mesa. I hope i can do this one day.
Love the Hobbit hole! Your story reminded me of when my daughter turned 8. I’m not sure exactly what she wanted on her birthday but she was obviously very very disappointed. In the midst of her general rage, she yelled out, “I wanna go home!” We already were home. And I told her, “Honey, it ain’t gonna get any better than this!”
Ha! Love that!
This was a great essay, Mesa! I was also raised in between houses, and for the longest time after leaving my childhood home(s), I felt restless being in one place. I've been intentionally nomadic my whole life (until very recently) and wonder what it is about that lifestyle that suits me. Because even in the midst of loving it, I craved a stable home. So much rich soil to till here! Thank you!
I remember constantly feeling like I was split in two and now I feel like I've left little pieces of me in a whole bunch of places ❤️🩹❤️🩹
Yes! This! Maybe we're like fire though, lighting candles everywhere we have been, never burning any less bright in the process.... 🔥
I love that idea!!! 🔥😍
“In my quest to find a stable home, I became homeless inside.”
This line is so powerful to me.
It reminded me of a poem I had written about my mama, and how we relish in “being truly home”, wherever that may be. Thank you from my ❤️🩹!
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I so enjoyed this. It got me thinking how conflicted I am with the concept of home. It feels like I’m still searching for my real home in some ways.
I'm so glad you enjoyed it! Sometimes the search feels never ending and then one day you feel like you don't have to anymore ❤️🩹
Wonderful read there. People want to be seen, to be heard, and to know that there's someone who's like them and feels the same way they feel.
Thank you! And yes, I wholeheartedly agree 😍😍
My mind immediately goes to, "home is where the heart is." Over the years I've redefined home for myself from the dictionary definition to my body as home. No matter I am—away from family & friends, traveling, away from every day comforts—I try to remind myself that my body is home. Thank you for the beautiful reminder ❤️🩹
Beautiful!
Thank you my friend 😍😍😍