I have sometimes said when asked about where home is for me, "Wherever I am; wherever I stand or sit, I am home". Balderdash! Not totally false; not entirely true. It would be better for me to say that I have my nest. My bedroom in my house is certainly my nest with most of the familiar things around me.
Visiting my sister and bro-in-law; a close friend; the house of my older son are also nests. My younger son's house isn't because it is only 300 metres (yards) from his mother's house. I stay with his mother and the sons, wives and grandkids see me there. (It is a large house with 3 floors and 7 bedrooms.)
Am I speaking of familiarity? Comfort? Safety? Probably all of these. Welcome home from your travels, my dear nephew.
Uncle Ray, I love how you see and walk through the world: Wherever we are, we are…within reason. I love having access to all my stuff. Even if I don’t organize or display it very well at the moment. My chosen sister’s place in Seattle is definitely a home away from home. More so than any other place I can think of. I’m sure there are others, but the world has changed so much since I last travelled I’m slowly but surely revisiting them to see how they feel now. Sending hugs and cheers, my dears!
At the end of this month, I will be 79. The comfort and familiarity of my nest is more important to me than it was for most of my previous life. While the journeying itself has never been my favourite activity, I have liked being in different places and exploring. But this, too, is losing its appeal. I am preferring to stay in my own house. It avoids hassle.
So good to be back home. And I’m so lucky that my road trip laundry was pretty easy…Miss M is Seattle let me use her facilities and I drove back in my “uniform” which I have multiples of. Planning to catch up on laundry finally today. Cheers!
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I have sometimes said when asked about where home is for me, "Wherever I am; wherever I stand or sit, I am home". Balderdash! Not totally false; not entirely true. It would be better for me to say that I have my nest. My bedroom in my house is certainly my nest with most of the familiar things around me.
Visiting my sister and bro-in-law; a close friend; the house of my older son are also nests. My younger son's house isn't because it is only 300 metres (yards) from his mother's house. I stay with his mother and the sons, wives and grandkids see me there. (It is a large house with 3 floors and 7 bedrooms.)
Am I speaking of familiarity? Comfort? Safety? Probably all of these. Welcome home from your travels, my dear nephew.
Uncle Ray, I love how you see and walk through the world: Wherever we are, we are…within reason. I love having access to all my stuff. Even if I don’t organize or display it very well at the moment. My chosen sister’s place in Seattle is definitely a home away from home. More so than any other place I can think of. I’m sure there are others, but the world has changed so much since I last travelled I’m slowly but surely revisiting them to see how they feel now. Sending hugs and cheers, my dears!
At the end of this month, I will be 79. The comfort and familiarity of my nest is more important to me than it was for most of my previous life. While the journeying itself has never been my favourite activity, I have liked being in different places and exploring. But this, too, is losing its appeal. I am preferring to stay in my own house. It avoids hassle.
Yeah Brian nearly there, more power to your elbow at al then back to your road trip laundry 🤨 Cheers DougT🏴 🇬🇧
So good to be back home. And I’m so lucky that my road trip laundry was pretty easy…Miss M is Seattle let me use her facilities and I drove back in my “uniform” which I have multiples of. Planning to catch up on laundry finally today. Cheers!
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