I have a lot of inertia and tend to stay in one place for long periods of time. This is especially true for homes. I’ve only moved about six times in my life and have only lived outside the San Jose area for one year and for nearly six decades I’ve lived within 4 miles of where I was born.
Just a century ago this would have been normal, but these days it isn’t.
I just get comfortable in a place and tend to just make the best of whatever is around me. My father was like that, but my mother wasn’t. Mother had a wanderlust that was seemingly insatiable and if she wasn’t traveling, she was planning her next trip.
Now at 60 and newly retired I find myself living far from where born. My life packed into boxes and deposited in the garage of the new house. It’s a different state, a different city – a different place far from my known world.
But yet there are still many familiar things here. There’s a grocery store, a garden center, a coffee place, a gas station, the annoying neighbor, the helpful neighbor, and one who’s a little of both.
I’ve often wondered what the word ‘home’ really means. In times of stress, I’ve been known to say, “I just want to go home.” When you say that in your own house, things might not be going as well as you’d like.
There are a number of phrases and idioms that attempt to define home:
- Home is where you hang your hat
- Home is where your heart is
- Home is where you story begins
- Home is where you place your @ (for you computer nerds)
Home could be that place where you find comfort and rest or it could be a place where your story starts.
That place where the adventure begins.
and a few pictures of Reno from the park behind our neighborhood: