Where is your home?

No, I do not want your address.

Where are you most at home? Is there a place you feel you most belong?



My home is this bed... Xenia's bed. My best friend's bed. My angel's bed. It's quite nice. I used to love her room. We had the best times in there. And she had the best bathtub right off of her bedroom. And her drawings decorated the walls. I have no idea what color those walls were really painted, I never saw an inch of them until the day I helped her move, and finally took all those drawings down. I don't remember what color those walls were. She doesn't live there anymore. She lives in a new house, futher away, and I don't get to see her now as much as I'd like. Anyways, she still has the bed. The most beautiful bed in the world. It's this canopy bed, with beaded pillows she made herself. And these silks that drape down, in purple and blue. Hmmm, that bed is the most lovely place I've ever been. that's my home.

Where's yours?

 

My home is MY bed.

 

Is it a nice bed?

 

Yes indeed. It's very soft, you know.

 

But it's cold...

 

My home is earth, or anywhere under the stars...

 

Not really. I wish it was colder, though.

 

Well, I will never let that happen.

 

Oh yeah?

 

Where ever I lay my head is my home.

 

Yep. Get over it.

 

My home is anywhere with my family and loved ones
I must admit, I am having a secret affair with my bed (I would just never leave my bed if you gave me the option!)

 

don't really ........ know.

 

My home is in the arms of the one I love.

 

Home is relative to where you are.
If i were a few streets away from my house, that would be home.
If i went to the other side of the city, abbeyhill would become my home
If I went to glasgow, edinburgh would be my home
If I went to Greece, Scotland would be my home
If I went to southern Africa, The UK would be my home
If I went to outer space, the whole of Earth would be my home

So as I sit in my bedroom, my home is very deffinate, but, if I were to travel, my home could become the country i am sitting in right now. And just think of this. One day, someone might be calling this solar system his/her home. Which they probably wouldnt consider their home when sitting in their bedroom.

Think about that for a while

 

My room...or my friends screened in porch...every time you sit down there, time stops and its all about feeling good and listening to music

 

home is where I lay my head or plant my feet. I take home with me.

 

Home was my GreatGrandmother's house.

I used to live there when I was younger but when she died the home was lost and I've not felt like I have had a home since.

 

I used to think Riverside California was home, and before that Moreno Valley California, but when I go back, it doesnt feel like home anymore. I feel like a visitor in my parents home even.

 

I know one thing, it isn't here in Gloucester, Virginia.