Home {a new series}

Home.

I've been reflecting on the meaning.
When hearing that word, some of us picture the home we grew up in. White shudders, a red front door, and the front porch. Others might picture a city or flash through some of the most favorable memories. Playing ball in the backyard or playing "queen of the electrical box" (yes, I totally did that!).

How about you? What do you picture?

For me, my mind jolts into many different directions. I have a hard time landing in one place. I have lived in many different cities and in many different homes. My childhood memories flashback to one city while my awkward teen years flashback to another. When people ask where "home" is for me, I stutter awkwardly and then settle on Omaha because "um... well, that's where I lived the longest."

But the more I grow into my adulthood, the more I feel like "home" should have meaning to me. It should speak to where I've been, who I am, and where I'm going. Home should put definition to me.

I have lived in Boise for 4 years now. It seems like it has only been in this year or so that Boise has started to feel like home. Just last night a friend asked me if Boise was starting to feel like home and for the first time I was able to say, "the more I go away, the more I long to return. I guess it does feel like home."

Yet the questions remain: what makes Boise feel like home for me? What makes home feel like home for any of us? How does home define who we are?

Join me over the next few posts as I search to uncover the meaning of

home.

Until then, what does home mean to you?