Home is where...

In the midst of a new beginning. New experiences, new impulses, new adventures. Yet looking for something familiar. Something that makes you feel home. Secure. Cozy. Loved. Installed. Surrounded. Attached to bits and pieces of your past, yet in the present. Something you know... Something that is so deeply imprinted in your memories... Something you recognise the smell of... Something that makes you feel AT home. 

Departure. Arrival. Settling in. Starting from scratch.

It's good to have a place you can call home. Or at least, if it's not your home yet, you know it will become your home soon. And if not even, to have a temporary home. Where at least your vanity bag can cosy up on the shelf while you are having a bath. :)

But what is home? Where is home? Is it where your family is? Is it the place you lived for the past few years? Is it where you made friends? Is it where you know where to buy bread? Is it your nicely decorated room?
Can you have several homes? Or home is within?

Home is where you make home... isn't it? Or home is where you feel a bit home even though you are not at home yet?

Some years ago, a friend pointed out that once she moved to a new place, she liked to identify and name certain buildings or points of interest that reminded her of similar things back home. This is how her soul found shelter. It made adaptation a lot easier. I liked this point of view a lot. 

I found a bit of home. My toiletries are nicely lining up next to the sink in the bathroom. I discovered the local Tour Montparnasse next to the French bakery in Takapuna. The croissant tastes good. And the best, I spotted the local Badacsony that I see every day - the Rangitoto. Even though the setting is totally different, the shape of the volcano in the pinkish sunset, the wandering sailboat and the smell of fresh fish make me feel like I was by the Lake Balaton again... A bit of home.

What makes you feel home?