Willi you be home for (fill in the blank with any occasion) is a fairly standard question. And yet it is one of the hardest ones for me to answer.
I struggle with the concept of home. What is home? A place where I can hang my coat and rest my head? Wherever Beloved happens to be? Where my friends are? Where I work?
What makes a place home? Is it the building? The people? The furnishings? The comfort? The refuge and shelter from elements and people? Is home permanent?
I like the semi-permanence of my life. Here now, there next. I like that I have places I can go to, be comfortable and myself. And I like that the view changes when I change locations.
I like that I have a home here and a place there and stops along the way. There’s something freeing about a nomadic lifestyle, but it never gets weary because it’s not truly a hustle to find a place. The only hustle us dealing with traffic and planes to go from one place to the next.
What is home to you?