Finish the following sentence; Home is where…
Here are some of the more common
responses (according to the cleverly designed images on Pinterest):
Winkler, Manitoba for about three years. It made sense to live there—my husband
is the owner of an amazing café, which was founded and still stands in Winkler.
After a while we decided Winkler just wasn’t the place for us. We decided to
try our hand at not only a different city, but also a difference province. A
year and a half ago we took the plunge, packed up our car with anything and
everything that would fit, and hit the road for the journey to Hamilton,
Ontario. Leaving behind family, friends, and a business was an interesting
decision to make, but we felt it was time to get away and explore.
‘the armpit of Canada’, is where we hung our hats, with frequent trips to Toronto in our
regular routines. I wanted to leave behind my radio past and pursue a career
baking sweet things for even sweeter folks. My wonderful husband wanted to go
to school and explore interests he had. It was a time for growth, for
change, for adventure—we thrive on adventure.
Hamilton came and went, and just over a week ago, we hopped into a loaded up
U-Haul, cat in cab, and drove the over 2,000 km journey back to Manitoba.
business is, it’s where both of our families are, where long lasting bonds were
formed and still exist, and where we would generally refer to as ‘home’ for the
sake of easy reference to where we originated from before our cross-province
move. As we journeyed through snowstorms and hours passed in a vehicle that
wasn’t our own, I had very mixed feelings about returning to Manitoba—returning
‘home’. It doesn’t feel exciting, it doesn’t feel like returning somewhere
filled with epic memories of even more epic past-times, a specific place,
specific time, specific smell or taste that ‘takes me back’. It leads me to
wonder, what really defines a place as ‘home’?
The idea is home is one permanent places where all the good things are—where life is what you want
it to be. Where life is simple and friendly and perfect. It’s a sentiment in
the most sentimental of ways involving both imagery and feelings. As time has flown by, and as we have travelled to unknown places, we realized we don’t really
plan to remain stationary in life. Never wanting to ‘settle down’ somewhere can
greatly affect the anchored ideals of ‘home’.
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expect to find in one place alone, I can find the attributes defining the feeling of home in each place I’ve been—welcoming faces,
hugs, delicious homemade food, late night conversations, gatherings… These attributes aren’t confined to the places I have resided. They are found in every place I’ve ever been—even Dominican Republic and
The more I think about home the more I
appreciate finding the feelings of home in all the places I visit. Whether I am
visiting my parents at their house, my in-laws at theirs, friends in Winnipeg,
or acquaintances across the ocean, I can more easily feel the sentiments of ‘home’ in
smiles, warm welcomes, and saddened goodbyes, then in physical spaces and
This makes sense.
This is what home is meant to be.
Home is where… you feel welcome and special, you are challenged to grow, encouraged to be who you are meant to be, and
leave with well wishes at your back and reassurance to pursue the new adventures at your feet.
Oh… and in my world, let’s be honest… Home is where the baking happens.