tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447022611775264186.post524883165835397490..comments2024-02-28T04:20:42.120-06:00Comments on Transformation Information: Feels Like HomeJildahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03997103724450287303noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447022611775264186.post-33310134788563622242011-02-24T18:28:47.598-06:002011-02-24T18:28:47.598-06:00I will always think of the house I grew up in as &...I will always think of the house I grew up in as "home". My Mom still lives there. My Father built it in 1951 and I know after Mom passes my Sister will live there. When I was 10 we had a fire there that destroyed the upper level. I remember Dad standing on the lawn and me crying next to him...he said that the house was just a building that will be rebuilt, but the important thing was that all of us were OK because that is what makes it a home..so I agree with you that it's the people we share that "house" with that make it special.yayahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12047536332780197024noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447022611775264186.post-89104133838886978762011-02-24T07:54:04.749-06:002011-02-24T07:54:04.749-06:00I always told Ron that he was my home.I always told Ron that he was my home.Tropic Trading Companyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14628718614608602148noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447022611775264186.post-20260659116640037802011-02-24T07:28:08.325-06:002011-02-24T07:28:08.325-06:00Jilda...I am, at present, living in my 15th 'h...Jilda...I am, at present, living in my 15th 'home'. The first couple of moves were made by my parents, then I moved from the UK to Canada to marry. Together, hubby and I began buying houses, renovating them and moving until we decided an expat life was calling. Then it was four more homes in four different countries before moving back to Canada. We are in our third home here and I'm not sure either of us is finished. I think what keeps compelling us (me) to move on is the search for 'home'. I've can honestly say I haven't found it yet. <br />Your post does makes me wonder if I've been looking in all the wrong places. My kids (grown) still say that wherever we (their parents) are is home. Perhaps, as you state, home is not a place.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00728645243327906117noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3447022611775264186.post-29911220257076100772011-02-23T23:52:43.213-06:002011-02-23T23:52:43.213-06:00It is funny, but my family moved to California fro...It is funny, but my family moved to California from Canada when I was six. I returned to Canada when I was 17 and thought to myself, "I am home."<br />I don't understand why, but I feel at home near mountains and pine trees. I wish I lived inside the forest itself, but I live in a city. The forest feels like home to me more than any other place.Bellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14175778756449339363noreply@blogger.com