Questions on home

Deeper than our wanderlust and desire for adventure is the desire to find our way back home. Ultimately, we want the adventure only so that we can savor it and tell it around the fire-place at home. – Sacred Fire by Ronald Rolheiser

When does home become home?

Do we recognize it when we’re in it, or only after we have left?

Is there a moment that solidifies home? Or has it always existed and we’re just born into it?

Is home the place we can’t seem to get away from fast enough? Or is home the place we regret leaving and can’t wait to get back to?

How long do you stay in one place before it becomes home?

Can you have more than one home, or is there ever only one?

Is home something that can be wiped away by time, memory, fire, flood, or other disaster? Or is home something indestructible?

Is home some superposition of the soul?

Is home a place we carry with us, and also carries us when we are too tired to go on?

Can home be all of these at once somehow?

In the end, despite all its complexities, one thing seems sure:

Home is the place always patiently and hopefully awaiting our arrival.

Ye who are weary, come home.