How important is "home," to you?

At this point in my life I would cheerfully remain at home almost all the time. I love to travel and visit occasionally but much less than in the past. In a younger day I was a bit of a gypsy, and I don’t remember it with fondness.

Meh, to me I’m just in a structure. If I move to another structure, that is ok, as long as I have one that is capable of being warmed and cooled by machines lol. It’s not the home that is important, but the stuff inside it, like my actual belongings.

I move quite a bit. My first two houses as an adult I am very sentimental about. The first home my husband and I bought I just loved. It was more than I ever dreamed I would have, and we had bought it and decorated it together. When we were looking at houses when we were first married there was a house that was out of our price range than was like a fantasy house to me. The floor plan was so cool, but I was fine settling on (it wasn’t really settling the other house was so impossible for us) what we bought, because it had so many details I really wanted. Our second house wound up being the fantasy house we had looked at during the first house hunting. We moved into it just two years after our first house.

The houses that followed were larger and had more goodies, but I never had the sentimental feeling for those.

After moving several times I realize what makes a house a home most to me is my familiar things inside of it.

I would also say that wherever my hsuband is feels like home. Even when travelling and staying in hotels I feel at home with him. It isn’t the same as being in my home of course, but being with him makes me feel calm secure, and familiar like home, no matter where we are.

Right now I live in a house I want to sell. It feels like home to me, but I really want a different home.

My parents home, where I grew up, I am not sentimental about. If they moved I would be fine with it.

As a child, I’ve always had a great sense of wanderlust. My friends and I would hike for hours, cross a river and be at awe with discovering another sleepy town. We would then pretend we were exploring a different world altogether. I did not have much awareness about how precious having a house to go home to. I went back because I was hungry, like a pigeon homing in by instinct.

I still have that wanderlust. If I had my way, I would see the world and stay in one place for months before moving on to another. The difference is, now I’m conscious about needing a place to go home to. I prefer that. I won’t be as happy and complete if I have no home to return to after my wanderings.

Very which is one reason I am so adrift right now.

Keep your chin up little Penguin. Life moves in mysterious ways, maybe something good is headed your way.

My home is my base, my lifeline, like BJ’s in the one MASH episode.

My home is where my love is so it doesn’t really matter where we are, I can have a home anywhere.

My home is the most important place for me. But this also applies to past homes, not only current ones….anywhere I have had good times living is my home. But I miss my current home most when I’m away, of course. Especially my bedroom-which I have perfected to my needs ;)

I am like @Blackberry, there are somethings I have that bring back the sense of home to me, but not the place.

I moved around a lot while growing up, I never gained that sense of a specific place being home. For a while the town I lived in for Junior High and High School was home; I would go back there during college breaks even though my parents had left. But by my mid-twenties everyone there had dispersed to other places, other lives.

As Thomas Wolfe said, “you can’t go home again.”

Home is very important to me.

I am currently living in a 2 bedroom apartment with my children, (I have them half the time). I have tried to make it as “homey” as possible and, according to my oldest daughter, have been successful. She has told me that our apartment feels more like home than my prior residence, where she still lives the other half of the time with my ex.

She also says that home is where your heart is. She is a pretty smart 10 year old.

It’s where I hide away from the world at times.

I am not feeling at home in the home I am in now.

I’ve always been in love with the idea of a “home”, one where I could cozy up into and feel secure but it’s been a fleating thing to the point I’ve given it up for awhile in order to concentrate on my relationship instead and travel. “Home” is now a retirement plan.

I like the idea of being able to have everything I want close at hand, but more importantly is being with my family. I would live in a camper if I had to.

I have always felt at home wherever I had a place to live. It’s a blessing, I think. I’ve ended up in many places—places I could not have imagined living, like NYC—and loved them. Perhaps part of it is that when I look for a place to live, I have a lot of criteria and I keep looking until I find the right place. Then I make it my home.

I moved about twice a year, on average, for my first thirty or so years of life. I’ve moved once since then. I don’t ever want to move again, and yet, I can imagine doing so. But next time, the movers are doing all the work.

I have learned to make anywhere my home, but there are definitely some places I look back on more fondly than others… The family home I grew up in has changed so much since I lived there that it no longer has the strong feeling of home it once did, but then that’s normal I suppose.

I’m currently a lodger in someone else’s [lovely] home, and I feel as at home as is possible in that situation, but I would like to be in a place of my own before the year is out. I also long to have a child, and I have a feeling that if I am blessed enough for this to happen for me, that place will feel like home.

Home is extremely important to me and I am the sort of person who does not adapt well to change. I am deeply rooted where I am. The problem is: I don’t necessarily view the city I live in as home. Just my house and my family. The idea of picking up and moving everything frightens me because what if I choose a place that doesn’t have that feeling of home? Then I’ll have to pick up and move again until I’m able to find that sentiment again. It’s not just the location or the building, the things in it, or the people with whom I am staying, but a combination of everything.

I don’t feel comfortable in my home at the moment which is crap because I love the place. I do feel the home is an extremely important place though so I look forward to nesting somewhere new very soon.

@muppetish ohh yes, I feel exactly the same way.

Home is extremely important to me. It is the place I feel the most comfortable in.

I love my home. It is the first house my husband and I have bought together though and he has done so much work to make it our home. If we ever move, this place will always be very special.

I have moved so many times in my life I have lost count. The biggest move was to Australia. I have chronic wanderlust, thankfully my husband does too. So soon we will be on our way again, I can’t wait. The next move is going to be close to a real city, I am so excited. I am a city slicker who loves the country too and in Australia it is so easy to have both within a short drive of each other.

So home is wherever we and the dogs are ensconced together!