When we were in transit from Colorado to Maryland, B, my cute little 8 year old charge wrote in his journal; "I have no home."
I have had a hard time lately when people ask me where I'm from out here. I'm not from Maryland (obviously). Most recently I lived in Colorado. The greater part of the past 7 years were spent in Utah, but that is not home. I grew up in Seattle, but have a hard time telling people that I am from there, since I feel like since I have become me I haven't spent a lot of time there. But when I go 'home' it is to Seattle. There was a time I considered Alaska to be more my home than any other place, and honestly at times it still feels like it has a rather large chunk of my heart. As does Nauvoo, where I learned and grew so very much. And the 4 cities in North Carolina that were such a huge part of my life.
Some people would tell you that home is people rather than a place, but I have people everywhere. Literally around the world, which leads to the conclusion that the world is my home. But that seems a little vague for me.
So I come to the following conclusion; "I have no home" except that I have lots of homes.
Robert Frost wrote a poem called "Death of a hired man." He wrote:
"Home is the place where, when you have to go there,
They have to take you in."
------------------------- "I should have called it
Something you somehow haven't to deserve."
~Robert Frost
And I have homes like the latter all over the place.
I feel the same way! Utah is home right now, technically, because that's where my family lives. But Portland is my childhood home and where I grew up and experienced so much. But then England is home too...it's strange to be at a place where you have so many different homes and influential places in your life. But I guess that's a good thing - it shows how many experiences you've had and places you've loved!
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