It does not depend upon family. A person could move away from his or her family, start a new life, not have another family in the new place, and that new place could nevertheless still be HOME. It depends on how the person feels in the new place. I’m not sure what that feeling has to be, but this is a start… This is a great question, and I cannot wait to see what others come up with!

I think that home is where your family and friends are. I come from West Virginia, but my home is so far away. I think that where you can interact in a community with peers and people general get along pretty nicely with each other to make for a splendid place. Home is something that everyone must define for themselves because everyone comes from somewhere different.

Home, to me, is where I sleep and find a relative amount of security for my personal possessions. I’ve moved around in my life, and every place regardless of geographical location feels like home to me.

Maybe this is because I have never put that much thought into it, or maybe not.

Now, I must confess that not every place I’ve stayed and called home can be considered “Cozy”; however, I’m inclined to believe that coziness, while being fantastic, is not a prerequisite for home.

i believe home is a person. or even people. i think once you reach a comfort level with someone, be it a signifigant other, a sibling, a parent, or whomever, that becomes home. for a place to move from a house to a home a certain level of emotial attachment or comfort is reached making it home. and more than not that connection is due to a person. that’s what i think.

Home is where you feel safe and secure. this includes the house you live in, the school you go to or any place that invokes these feelings.

Home is the place where you feel protected and secure, and where you know that you “belong” without having to question it. When things are going horribly in your life, and you have that deep-down desire to just walk away from it all and hide for a while, home is usually the place you’re thinking of running to. There are some people who, due to tragedies and strife, have no sense of “home” at a given point in their lives. The lack of that refuge is a tragedy in and of itself, because the instinctive person inside of us all needs that safe place to hide and tend his wounds.

Home is the where your family and friends are. It is the place that you want to go back to after a hard day of school or work. It is a place where you can feel safe and loved. It can even be more than one place. Some people would argue that you can only have one home, but I disagree! You can have a home back in southern West Virginia, where your loving parents still live. You can have a home at Morgantown, where your friends are, You can have a home in Fairmont, where your loving sister lives. So home isn’t just one place, its wherever your heart is.

Home is the place that when you go there, the people there are happy to see you and you’re happy to see them. It doesn’t necessarily have anything to do with family. For some people, family does not make you feel safe or loved. Robert Frost said home is the place where, when you go there, they have to take you in. Maybe. But I’d argue it’s the place you want to be and where the people there want you to be there, too.

I’m not sure about this theory but I found it quite fascinating when I was thinking about the “Home” Question. I’m going to agree with everyone and say that home is a place where someone has some sort of emotional attachment and is able to take refuge in it from outside problems. Yet, I have also encountered a few people who have had very terrible experiences at home and wish to never be there again. To them, home is their CD player and a quiet room, or a collection of friends on a night out to town. The feeling of being home doesn’t manifest itself through a building in which they live but through memories kept in some alternate form. Every time they want to go “home” they actually just want that feeling of being accepted or comfortable and any way they can find that feeling is a form of “Home”.

For me “home” is the cocooning feeling of sanctity that I experience pulling into the hidden from view driveway of our house after work and being greeted by the eager tail wagging and unconditional affection of 3 labradors. A place to be completely myself, away from the frenetic, often crazy world!

The pool video reminded me of Adams House pool at Harvard, which seemed like home for a while, and did again last year at the reunion with some of the same people, even though the pool was closed.

Home can be a conference of like minds, in person or online.

Home is whereever my wife and I are, from Poland to New Zealand.

Home is the woods I grew up in and live in now.

This is what I give people around here (south Georgia, where everybody wants growth and few think about how that’s destroying forests and water and air quality) to get them to think about home beyond family, friends, and place, as community and ecology:

Ecology of a Cracker Childhood (World As Home, The) by Janisse Ray

http://www.amazon.com/Ecology-Cracker-Childhood-World-Home/dp/1571312471

We will come to think of the world as home, so that we will continue to have one.

home is a place u frequently return to for safety and comfort, whether it be a building or person(s.

Home is somewhere you feel comfortable, can relax, without disturbance, and not be disturbed when you are doing important things.

Home, in my personal view, is where peace, happiness, and each breath, all have a balance

Soldiers say that home is where you hang your helmet. A fellow soldier in viet Nam who happened to be Lakota Souix told me that home is where you send your soul for safekeeping when you are in danger.

This is a question I am struggling with at the moment. This past year I have been helping my mother work to find a new home closer to where my husband, daughter and I live and sell our childhood home. “The farm” as we have always called it is in a quiet, precious little valley on a dirt road in southern Preston County. It has always served as my definition of home. It was what I thought of in long lonely nights thousands of miles away in Europe…or even just a 35 miles away in Morgantown as an undergrad. I’m still not sure how I am going to define “home” in the days after the sale of “the farm” is final.

Home is where you can ‘let your hair down’.

Home is a residential dwelling that provides a fundemental sense of security, comfortability, and reliability.

Home is that place whether it is physical or metaphysical that you are happy and content to just…be.

Home is where they call you by your nickname or sometimes by your full name.

“Home” I belive it to be a state of mind. A snece of comfort and freedom to be ones self, are major factors in what a person persives as a home. Security would be irrelevant, for a police officer can feel more at home on the streets than in their own house…

Home is a wonderful feeling. I feel it whenever I’m with my twin.

Goodness…home can be so many places. It’s where I grew up, I guess—which are only two places in my heart: Baltimore, MD (until I was 18) and Morgantown (until I was 27). The experiences, the people, the family in both locations, marked me as the individual I am today. And when I come “home” all those emotions come back to mind and heart.

Home is where your story begins.

I’ve read through a good portion of the responses to the stated question, and generally there seems to be the overall response that it is a place that envokes some kind of emotion within every individiual. While, for most it is a place that brings about love, wamrth, and cosiness, I don’t that those components necessarily define the idea of home. I also beleive that you must look at the connotation and denotation of “home.”

From the aspect of denotation, it is the physical place where you go about your business and rest on a day to day basis. You can sleep on a bench outside, eat at a restaurant, and use the bathroom at a public restroom—but you wouldn’t sleep on a bench every night if you had the option to sleep in a bed.

Connotatively, however, I would claim that home is any place where you find familiarity. We often say that one particular form of shelter is our home, because it is where we have built memories, but have you ever noticed that home isn’t necessarily just that building you’ve lived in for so many years? People claim countries, towns, cities to be their home. While we would like to define home as a place of sanctity and safeness, I’d have to say that it isn’t necessarily the case. Every city has crime, but nonetheless you would call that city your “home,” if you grew up there or built most of your life there in a period of time.

Anyway, that is my own personal opinion of home. It is either the actual physical location of a shelter, or a general area where you have personally lived for some period of time and have become familiar with. Thanks :]

Home is where you know the trees, the landscape, the sky at different times of the year. It’s watching the trees that you planted grow. It’s running in the park where your grandparents took their children. It’s walking the sidewalks that your folks walked. Home is being connected to your family’s past.

Home is a place where you feel safe. You know the people here love you and you love them just as much. Your home is somewhere that you’ve had good experiences as well as bad experiences. You consider a place your home when you have memories to associate with it.

In my humble opinion HOME is a sense of place established by experiences and/or perceptions that meld together to provide the “relationship” among the physical environment, connection with people, and an emotional state (usually of well being). Together these items create a framework from which everything revolved (past), revolves (present) or will revolve (future). In essence, HOME is the personal reference point (centroid) of an individual’s existence.

I just got home from work, and found an early Christmas gift from Santa waiting on the front porch of my HOME. The card read “I’m enjoying your website. -Santa”

(Isn’t it cool that Santa Claus is reading THE QUESTION!)

I ripped away the wrapping paper and found a brightly colored mug. The mug said, “Home is where my dogs are.” My dogs, Casper and Ella, wagged with approval. They barked, “Sometimes the truth is clear and simple!”

I’m skeptical about the theory, somewhat sympathetic toward their view on truth, but most of all, I’m very appreciative of the gift.

Thank you, Santa!

Simply stated: Home is where the heart is.

It doesn’t mean that it’s where your family is; it means that it’s the place(s) you feel the most comfortable. There could be only one, and there could be more. What matters is that they are the plces that you have your best times and your happiest memories.

Another interesting web site to consider is: This I Believe. The recent poster believes, “I believe that home is not a location but a commitment to the ones I love.”

Read the entire posting at:

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=17640956

Happy New Year!

i think a home is somewhere where you feel loved and you have to support of your family and friends. home doesnt have to be with your parents it could be with your lover, or even a friend. any place you feel safe and loved would be considered home to me.

I believe “home” is the ultimate reference to comfort, when we experience the duality of enjoying ourselves and our company away from the public. This starts off as, and is taught to us to be, the family. Since we strive to maintain this, “home” may be most easily recognized when with family, but it isn’t necessary. I believe in the Brady Bunch movie, Mr. Brady says, “Home is where the heart is,” and I follow that quote as literally as possible. My apartment is home, but “home” can be achieved anywhere outside of it, if true comfort is felt.

Home is where YOU sense you BELONG.

“Home” is where you know you’re going before you there.

HOME is this foreign concept. JUST a concept.

It COULD be the place where I grew-up, but that place has changed. The house has been sold twice since I last lived there. Half of the neighbors have moved. Schools changed or moved altogether. The Post Office moved. A store changed names, and then became a pharmacy. It still looks the same on the map, but when I drive through there any more it just isn’t MY home- it’s now someone else’s.

It COULD be where I’m living now. I’ve moved 17 times in the last 8 years or so. 2 of those were to places in Afghanistan, so THAT wasn’t home. Three more were in South Korea, a very interesting and unique place, but that isn’t home. Texas a few times? Not home. Georgia? Not home. North Carolina? Not home.

And it COULD be where I WANT to be. But if I knew that for sure, then I wouldn’t be where I am now, trying to find the things and places that I WANT.

So home is a concept. Where is it? A physician might say it’s in my head. An astologist might say it’s in my stars. A philosopher might say it’s in my heart. And a theologist might say it’s in my soul.

I’ll let you know if I ever figure that out.

Home is a concept – yes. Having said that, that same concept is motivating us to search for it.

What really makes a place A HOME??? What is a home???

To me, bits and pieces of every comment pertain to the question. I do believe though that if your heart is content, peaceful, loving, trusting, happy and full of desire for life you can make any place ?a home?. I guess many of us are in search of that place. James S., I hope you find the home you are searching for.

Home is not where you live, but where they understand you.

– Christian Morgenstern (German author and poet)

memories and materials…..home….
the meaning of home varies from one individual to another…..dont you think so?
if not why would everyone’s comments be different
=)
just say the word “home”
memories and materials just cant stop flooding one’s mind to remind them…of that …..one particular moment or space in their life….or maybe even more than 1
=)

What is ‘home” and what is “the place we live in”?I think there is a difference between this 2 notions. when i hear the word “home” in my mind comes the image of my childhood, my parents, my friends and our games played together. “home” is my village with green forests, and sweet water, with fresh clean air and blue sky.in other words “home” is the place where i was born and grew up. now I live other place. Its the same nature, the same sky, the same sun but the feeling is other.I feel comfortable at this place but “home” i feel at my ease. by “home” we are strong attached. Its a special feeling. It seems that, that ground and that water is special. And we cant take it with us. We only can keep this “special world” in our mind and our soul. My “home” is very attractive. I have a big garden with all kind of sweet fruits and vegetables. I have a small lake in the middle of my garden where i can do fishing, and swiming, and “home” i have a mother who is allways waiting for me with a missing heart, open arms, warm smile and kind soul.she is a unic person in this world whom I love the most in this life. My mother is my home. And my home is my house with her living in it. Nothing in this world compares with “home”

I have read all the responses to this question and what I can determine from the above comments and my own personal experiences is that home is an illussion. Home is just another illusion created by humans to feel connected in some way to something bigger than themselves. “Home” is no more real than the memory of what a “home” should be. Some have said it is an ecological connection, some say it is a profound place of emotional security, I say it is nothing more than the sales pitch of an American dream all bundled up with guilt ridden baggage. Now don’t misunderstand, I work every day to build a “home” for my daughter and my self, however, a shelter with pretty landscaping and craftfully painted interiors does not really get at the root of the concept.

I believe that home is where you feel the safest and the most comfortable. For example, if you are somewhere where you don’t want to be, most people say “I just want to go home.” Going home will let them feel safe and secure. Home usually includes family and people that you are most comfortable with (like your friends), but it doesn’t have to. You can even have multiple “homes.” One home could be where you originate from, and another could be your college apartment with your friends. “Home” really depends on where you feel the most comfortable and where you like to go over any other place in the world.

Home is wherever you feel most comfortable and safe. It is the place that you look forward to going to and makes you happy to be there. It usually also houses the people that make you happy in your life. Of course, you can have more than one home. You may have the home you grew up in and have fond memories of, you may have the home of your friends where you spent most of your time in, and you may have your home that your building now. Wherever you feel there are millions of memories and where you felt most comfortable, could be your home.

Here’s a good quote about home from Maya Angelou…

“The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.”

Home is more than just the place you live. Home is the place you go that makes you feel sheltered from all the dangers of the world. If the place you live is truly a good home you should feel comfortable and like you belong. In your home you should be able to escape from the stressful chaos from work and people. Some people may say that a home is just, simply the place you grow up, but that is completely not true. If that were true people would never move out of their parents house because they would never have the ability to make somewhere new a home.

Home is where you make it, plain and simple. Home is a state of mind. Just because you live in a house doesn’t not mean it is your home. Home is where you are safe and free and loved and comfortable. Home can be in a box or a mansion or in the arms of your loved one. Home is where you are at peace.

Home is not a single place and does not exist in one space. Home is a collection, of both the mental, physical and emotional. rather than being embodied in physical objects, i perceive space to be a state of mind, where your memories and experiences evolve, home is gathering a space that we attain for but never reach, it i never perfect yet we strive to belong in our homes. the journey to understanding home is much more important than putting physical representation to the concept of home.

Home is not just a brick building, it is a place of comfort and security. Home is defined by who we are. Home is loving and filled with warmth, and acceptable of us and is always there for us to go to in a time of need or trouble. Home can be more than one place and full of people beside yourself.

Home, to me, is Australia. It is where i was born and grew up. It is the place I have the most connections to both physically and more importantly emotionally. Of course the idea of home changes from person to person. For me, it is where my family is as i am close to them and i feel natural when i am around them. Studying overseas in a forgein country, i am surrounded by foreign issues, ideas and products. This makes me feel disconnected to some extent. I feel like a fish out of water, trying to make a new friend base and get some roots. It is because of these feelings that West Virginia is not home to me, how can it be after only being here for 2 months! As Keehan mentioned above, the idea of home is largely based on the emotional connections one has. It is where we feel we belong, a place where we feel is natural to us. I also have family in England and we have often visited there when i was growing up. I call England my ‘second home’, as i have strong connections to family and places there. It has been an integral part in my childhood and therefore i feel comfortable there and it feels natural when i am there.

I believe home is anywhere that you can be yourself. I believe in the saying “Home is where the heart is”. My home is with my family. I feel safe when i am there, and i believe that my home is with the people i love the most. Home is being with your family on holidays and sharing a big holiday dinner. Home is when you think of all your childhood memories. It doesn’t matter if home is in a apartment, mansion, trailor, or just a normal house. Home is where you feel safe and where you relate to someone the most. Home is somewhere where you can leave and still come back to and still feel like that is your home.

I recently gained a new “home”, 430 Lincoln Hall. The fourth floor is also another home to me. I have formed special and long lasting bonds with some of the people on the floor. We are own group, our own family, and our own home. We look out for each other and take care of each other.

In contrast, home doesn’t have to be with your family or even a “house”. It is anywhere where you are yourself, your own person. I believe that people that do not have family still categorize some place that they feel like they can be themselves as home. It might be with their friends or at school or even with their pets.

Home is wherever your heart wants to be. Anywhere can be home, but you have to want it to be. You can make your home, or you can have a place you consider your home from the beginning. I’m sure I will always consider the house I grew up in home, but we all will probably have more than one home in our lifetime. Love makes an ideal home, but not every home is an ideal home, some people want to get away from ‘home’ as soon as they can. Home SHOULD be a nurturing loving environment that makes you feel safe and warm, but they are definitely not all like that.

Home is somewhere where you feel safe and comforted. It is somewhere where you are surrounded by those who you care about and who care about you, your family and friends. It is somewhere where you will always feel a connection to, whether you can trace your roots there or the connection is simply that you grew up there, it is somewhere that you will never forget. Home can be more than one place, you could have a “new” home if you move from your “old” one, or you could have two homes if your family / roots can be found strongly in two places. But regardless of the the circumstance you can count on being able to always call them all home, even if you no longer live anywhere near there, they will still hold the memories of the past and will always carry some idea of being home when you are there.

I think that home is a place that you know you are always welcome to go back to. My home is at my parents house. Home is what you know, you know its always going to be there and there will always be a place for you in it. When you go home you feel welcomed and you know all of the people around you.

Home to me is where I was born and where my parents still are, Beckley, WV. Home is where I feel the most comfortable and like i actually belong. When I am here I don’t feel like I’m home. I have roommates but they’re just my friends and not people who I would say live at home with me. We got along just fine most of the time, but there are also times that I don’t feel welcomed by them. I am always welcomed back home.
I still have my bedroom at my parents house and that will be my home until I get married and move in a new house in Beckley and start a family of my own.
When I leave Beckley to come back here, I dread it at times. I don’t like leaving my family and my friends that are in Beckley still. By going to college I have found there is truely no place like home; and for me that’s Beckley. Morgantown is only a place where I temporarily am living; it’s not my home. I am only here to get a college degree and the day that happens I will be back home, in Beckley, WV.

This is a very interesting question.. The way i perceive home, is a space or a place where you feel comfortable in opening your inner self, it is a space that enables you to daydream of your past , your memories and your future a space you can call..your corner of the world. You can even call it a refuge from the rest of the world.It would be very interesting to ask, what makes a home?..Is it the people that live in it, objects or feelings and memories?.
If anyone is interested in these questions of what is home? and others..i suggest reading, The Poetics Of Space and also
Emergence Of The Interior.

A home is somewhere that you live, where your belongings are, and a place where you feel secure. Some people believe that their home is where their family and loved ones are, but that’s not necessarily true for all. Some people can move and adapt better than others. I think once you can get over the fact that it’s a new place and you become more comfortable then it’s only a matter of time before you can call it your home.

Home is where your heart is. It is not only a house, or appartment, but it is where your family or people dear to your heart live. It is a safe haven, and a place of rest. A home is somewhere that you will always be welcome no matter what. It has memories and love attached to it. Home is a place that is always on your mind, no matter if you are far or near to it.

I think that home is something that a person can go to and feel completely at ease. It is a place that they know of well, and have fond memories of. Home is where your heart is, and where you want to be. Granted, I love WVU but it is not my home. Home, to me, is where my mom and my own room is. Where I left a mark and where I left my friends. Just the word home reminds you of comfort, and of warmth. Home is something that fits you like a glove, because its yours. It is not a dorm room, or a dining hall. It is something that is personalized to your life, and to your family’s life.

i have two homes. my parents are divorced and i cannot say that one is more a home to me than another. i do not think it has to be where your family is but rather where you feel you are home. where you feel you belong.

home is a place where you can feel safe & secure. Its a place where you go when you wanna get away from the world. A place you can be yourself, and have your own privacy. It a place you can call your own.

Realy I appericiate your idea. But for me HOME is more than what all of You lists!For me HOME is Country,Land, Identity,Resistance poetic from being evicted, Traditional value, and Story.
From Finfinnee “Addis Ababa” Unversity.
Oromia.

i’m first year student. i live far from my family. it is time when i realise how much i appreciate my last days with my family in our own house. since i arrived the university, my parents had to move to the Middle for a new work to support me. I have hardly met them ever since. it was a hard time for me at first because I constants considered me as the reasons why my parents became so hard. after that, it is my volunteer group and my roommaters that heal my lonliness. I feel better now. I’m thiking of establishing a house for the homelish chilren. I will have not only a HOME!

Home, for me is a place of security, where I keep my most prized possessions. Personal space, and somewhere I can use to express myself. Home is not just a place, it has emotional and psychological meanings, and memories attached. It is a place where I can go to escape from the rest of the world. I feel in control in my home, I determine who can enter and when. My home supports my identity, and helps me to be who I am.

My home does not refer specifically to the place where I live, but to my family, and the experiences associated with my home life

I think the difference between a house and a home are very big. A house is something you buy from a real estate agent. It has no real value, except the money you put into it to purchase it. A “HOME” is a place of sanctuary for you and your family. It’s a place of beginning – whatever that beginning may be. For most, it’s the beginning of a family. Others, the decor. That’s my interpretation.

Home is what we decide to make it out to be. My home is with my soul and just maybe with God. I agree with alot of the posts here that home is meant to make you safe. I liked the post about the soul in the helmet =P But I do love. And I believe love’s what makes us all come together to belong. Maybe we all belong with one another, as a whole ^-

Home is where you feel your needs are met.

there is no home without mother(think deeply)

Home is it a thought or a feeling, physical or mental? Can you be away from where you live and be at home? It’s an interesting concept when you think about it. What makes home, home? I’ve heard time in and time out that “Home is where your heart is.” If that is true could everywhere be your home? Is this quote talking about the place you love or actually the location where your heart is? For me home is a physical thing as well as a feeling you get. I get to my house and I know I am home. I get back from a trip back into Mt. Pleasant and first thing I say, “Wow sure am glad to be home.” When my sister went off to college and bought a house her home wasn’t with us no more it was there so does that building you call your “house” home? Yes and then again No. Like I said home is a physical thing as well as a feeling you get. The feeling I am relating to is that feeling of comfort your “comfort zone.” We grow up in a house with family that we are used to and comfortable around. Once we get to know others and their family we grow comfortable with them and that’s when you hear “make yourself at home.” From this we can conclude that home is your comfort zone. Once you get comfortable to a new place like a different town, school, state, or country we can then say we are finally home.

I have to admit that when I first thought about this question I struggled with it. For so long I thought home to be the house in which I grew up in, the place I brought my babies “home” to. However, recently my beau and I gave up our home and bought a new motor home and now we spend our extra time traveling through out the country. I will always cherish the house I grew up in, my hometown, but I can honestly say that with giving this great thought that I think home is truly where your heart is. In traveling home to me has been a resort in Key West or the highways we have traveled and the lake we call home, for now. Thanks!

Home for me was and has been a small town in Northeast, Texas. I have had my family close all of my life and a few friends. But, when my husband joined the army in 2005, I adopted the phrase “Home is where you lay your head.” I visited my real family twice a year, when fuds and the army permitted. But my “family” grew. I accepted the army life and became an army wife. I loved it with all my heart and then my husband got injured. He was medically disharged from the army and we returned home. I miss the army wife life but am glad to be back with my family. The “family that I made in the army can never be replaced . They are a completely different breed. So, I believe that my home is where I lay my head.

What and where is home? That’s a question that has a different answer to alot of people. Some say “home is where the heart is.” Others may say that “home is where you make it.” To me home is so many different things. I feel at home in alot of places. When I’m with my wife and daughter it doesn’t matter where we are because it still feels like home. When we visit my family it feels even more like home. When you go somewhere that you are accepted by everyone around you, that’s home to me.

People all come from different places and different things in life. Some say that home is where you make it, but for me home is with my family! I am experiencing college away from home by myself and this is not home. I feel that the people that you are around is what makes home a home. It may not be the same house or same town but it is in who you are with. Who you make you home around depends on YOU!!!

Home is a place can wake up and feel safe. A town that is always loveing and they know who you are and what your about. A place you can make that money too

To me, home is a sanctuary, a place of refuge.A place to run to when the world turns its back on you.A feeling of safety and protection, and security come to mind when I think of home. MY comfort zone, and a feeling of peace make me feel at home anywhere I choose to make it.

To me home is where ever you feel comfortable and secure. The place where you dont worry about anything after you lay your head down at night. I mean I love family and would like to say its where ever your family is, but you grow up and move and start another family.

Home is a place where you dont have to worry as much about whats bad about your life. Its a place where you can be yourself and not have anyone judge you. Your home could be anything from a rickity old shack to a big mansion. The house you grew up in may or may not be your home forever but that depends on how you change and how you grow.

Home is really any place you settle, live, and are familiar with. You could live in one place all your life, develop a fervent attachment to it but still go through daily motions that all lead you back to home. Home could be half way across the world. If you move away from the familiarity of the home you grew up in, you could still develop a love, familiarity, and attachment to wherever it is that you settle and begin daily activities that lead you back to the place you reside.

Home can be anywhere. people tend to think home is a place in which an individual can rest and be able to store personal property. On the other hand many people have tried to find a place to call home.
The first time i left Cambodia, i was ten. i remembered the long journey that was. i felt the sense of reaching new home, which was Australia.
Now living in Australia is like the greatest thing in my life. H3aps of people immigrant to Australia because they wanted to find a safe and peaceful home.
Home for me means alot. Home is where my family and all my lovely friends are. My first home in cambodia was wonderful.However i think Australia is also my home. i feel safe and secure here. i have school to go to and lots of friends. therefore i think home can be anywhere you want that you think it suit best to you.

I’ve been reading through all the comments posted so far, and I agree with practically everyone.
I’m undertaking a research project on the sense of home for people who are unable to provide for themselves, those who were institutionalised, forcibly separated from families and removed from society. It’s interesting to note that some of those with whom I have spoken often talk of their families, with whom they’ve never lived, as their home. Perhaps because with their families they experience unconditional acceptance and love, they can be themselves. These people generally live in community houses which are staffed twenty-four hours a day, so they have security where they reside, but for most of them, that’s not home.
For me, I yearn for home on a daily basis. I rent a small apartment in quite a nice setting abundant with flora and native fauna, but I guess the closest I get to feeling content and secure is when my daughter and cat are both at home with me, and we’ve shut the door on the night and we’re eating our evening meal. My happy time of every day.
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