Is that true ? Isn't that home is a place you come home to, where you can be yourself, relax and rest your mind. A very hillariously funny woman wrote in her blog Bohemian Mom that home is where your stuff is. Though I think it is true but somehow right now I can not say that definition is fit to my condition. While for me my stuff are packed in boxes stored in a small warehouse in Jakarta and some of my stuff are in my apt in Germany.
I think lot of people are still in search for their homes though I am sure some of them have found their home too. I found a definition of home that I think could describe what I have in mind, it says:
“I've learned that home isn't a place, it's a feeling. I can make the flat look as pretty as I can, put as many flower boxes on the window sills as I want, put a welcome mat outside the front door, hang a home sweet home sign over the fireplace, and take to wearing aprons and baking cookies, but the truth is that I know I don't want to stay here forever. “ (Quoted from Love , Rosie by Cecilia Ahern)
This is my kitchen in Darmstadt, I used to spend so many hours cooking, cleaning or just listening to my favorite CD while waiting for my son and my hubby come home.
This is our small garden attached to our balcony, I wonder how my plants are growing in this cold winter.For me, a home grows together with its inhabitant moving from one place to another, from one situation to the next. From one child to many children to many grand children. From one sadness to many joys..I think a house is not always a home...a home is a feeling in your heart wherever you are. As I wrote this, I feel that I miss my home in Darmstadt where our little family can be together again. Am soo looking forward to go back..
What about you ? I want to know..what is home to you ?
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