The JOY of "Home"

The word home can be defined in numerous ways.  Some think of home as a location, either a building, a city or maybe a country or state.  But for some people, there is no attachment to location because they've never been able to form that attachment.  Maybe they've lived in way too many places over a short period of time.  Or, maybe they once had formed an attachment to a location, but that attachment has long been forgotten as changes came later in their lives.

I can't really say I have a strong sense of "home" as a location.  I did as a teenager, but my parents moved when I was a young adult, so that attachment dissolved, and since then, my life has been pretty transient.  The longest I've lived in one location is 5 years.

But.... "home" is still possible.  Yes, I do now have a sense of  "home" with my own little family.  And when I go to my parents', even though they have only been in their current place for less than a year and I've never lived there with them, I still experience "home" because I still belong.

I was able to spend a few hours "home" with my parents today, doing the things I do when I'm with them: playing games and eating.  The conversations don't really matter and the games we play don't really matter.  What matters is being together.