What you said. Every. Single. Thing. This is me, too. Always craving something more.
I have finally learned that home exists wherever I am happy. Sometimes this is an actual place; sometimes it is on a page; sometimes it can be found in a dog’s kiss, an ice cream cone, a kayak, a sunset.
What you said. Every. Single. Thing. Right back at you as I reply feeling right at home in a city I do not live, in a coffee shop with an iced raspberry tea and a rainbow flag on the wall. Home is in me and in so many places.
Ohh that’s so lovely Lauren, I related with a lot of what you wrote (so much).
Home for me is:
1. My hometown (despite NOT wanting to be back there at least for awhile, there’s something really comforting for me about this place that saw me grow up)
2. Munich and Paris. Last time I arrived at the airport there (both cities different times) I remember taking off the plane, gathering my things and thinking : I am home 🥹
2. Macadamia Nut Brittle Häagen-Dazs ice cream. Maybe more a Proust’s madeleine than a home per se but as effective. I "accidentally" bought some this week after awhile and each spoonful was a flashback if memories and reminiscence of home... for while it lasted so not for long 😂
Auddie! What beautiful images you create with these answers. I love that you have been able to find home in these places and experiences and things. I so appreciate you sharing 🧡🧡
That pic looks like a store I would totally lose myself in and possibly never be found again. In a good way.
There's a bittersweet to what you say about leaving home so you can return to it. I never had that. I was always searching for home.
I left where I grew up the second I could, that was never going to be a home to me. I've moved a lot, lived in a bunch of different places, most of them not for long.
But I lived in LA and, while I had to leave and my circumstances while there weren't great, I loved the place and I've never been able to go back, it's been almost 20yrs and I still want to. Maybe not forever, but I'd like to be able to immerse myself again, with better people around me (and I do have those better people now - LA friends who I didn't meet til long after I left). I left the person I was with, but the place has stayed with me.
I lived in Nottingham for about 5yrs. That was so close to being a home. But the people that almost made it that way left because they had to be elsewhere, the place I loved to hang out and write changed hands, and I wound up going to Uni at 26. It's the first place I recall true sadness on leaving, though. And the time I spent there involved a lot of breaking and rebuilding, and there were always friends around.
i left there though and wrnt to Keele Uni. I didn't live on campus (too old for that level of student nonsense, plus disabled), but I spent so much time there and got involved with so much. There were friends (including one of my tutors, who actually came to the wedding), and stuff to do, and I wound up as a major part of a couple of things. I also left a legacy if a group called Haven, where queer people of faith and no faith could meet together. We started it up in my final year, in secret because certain other groups would have lost their shit, but now it's advertised openly.
Keele is also where I met Cuddles. It was a few years before we got together, but we were friends. I met my best friend there too, and a couple of others who I managed to keep (I do that, I move on from whatever and keep the best people I found - it means I have a wide and eclectic group of people!).
But home? I called where I lived home but just as a word, it was never where I belonged. Home is Cuddles. She's where I'm supposed to be.
What you said. Every. Single. Thing. This is me, too. Always craving something more.
I have finally learned that home exists wherever I am happy. Sometimes this is an actual place; sometimes it is on a page; sometimes it can be found in a dog’s kiss, an ice cream cone, a kayak, a sunset.
What you said. Every. Single. Thing. Right back at you as I reply feeling right at home in a city I do not live, in a coffee shop with an iced raspberry tea and a rainbow flag on the wall. Home is in me and in so many places.
I am so grateful for this comment and your words.
Ohh that’s so lovely Lauren, I related with a lot of what you wrote (so much).
Home for me is:
1. My hometown (despite NOT wanting to be back there at least for awhile, there’s something really comforting for me about this place that saw me grow up)
2. Munich and Paris. Last time I arrived at the airport there (both cities different times) I remember taking off the plane, gathering my things and thinking : I am home 🥹
2. Macadamia Nut Brittle Häagen-Dazs ice cream. Maybe more a Proust’s madeleine than a home per se but as effective. I "accidentally" bought some this week after awhile and each spoonful was a flashback if memories and reminiscence of home... for while it lasted so not for long 😂
Auddie! What beautiful images you create with these answers. I love that you have been able to find home in these places and experiences and things. I so appreciate you sharing 🧡🧡
Beautiful!!
Thank you so much, friend 🧡
That pic looks like a store I would totally lose myself in and possibly never be found again. In a good way.
There's a bittersweet to what you say about leaving home so you can return to it. I never had that. I was always searching for home.
I left where I grew up the second I could, that was never going to be a home to me. I've moved a lot, lived in a bunch of different places, most of them not for long.
But I lived in LA and, while I had to leave and my circumstances while there weren't great, I loved the place and I've never been able to go back, it's been almost 20yrs and I still want to. Maybe not forever, but I'd like to be able to immerse myself again, with better people around me (and I do have those better people now - LA friends who I didn't meet til long after I left). I left the person I was with, but the place has stayed with me.
I lived in Nottingham for about 5yrs. That was so close to being a home. But the people that almost made it that way left because they had to be elsewhere, the place I loved to hang out and write changed hands, and I wound up going to Uni at 26. It's the first place I recall true sadness on leaving, though. And the time I spent there involved a lot of breaking and rebuilding, and there were always friends around.
i left there though and wrnt to Keele Uni. I didn't live on campus (too old for that level of student nonsense, plus disabled), but I spent so much time there and got involved with so much. There were friends (including one of my tutors, who actually came to the wedding), and stuff to do, and I wound up as a major part of a couple of things. I also left a legacy if a group called Haven, where queer people of faith and no faith could meet together. We started it up in my final year, in secret because certain other groups would have lost their shit, but now it's advertised openly.
Keele is also where I met Cuddles. It was a few years before we got together, but we were friends. I met my best friend there too, and a couple of others who I managed to keep (I do that, I move on from whatever and keep the best people I found - it means I have a wide and eclectic group of people!).
But home? I called where I lived home but just as a word, it was never where I belonged. Home is Cuddles. She's where I'm supposed to be.
LEE+CUDDLES=GOALS AS ALWAYS.
Thank you for sharing, Lee 🧡