Oh Dorothy, how right you are.
No matter how much I adjust, there just is no place like home. The imitation of the holidays, the new friends, the new family traditions, it is never and will never be like home.
Home is familiar, it’s warm, it’s….home. There is no other way of putting it.
I’m not saying everything else is rubbish, but I am just saying, there isn’t a place like home.
And maybe that’s an important distinction. I didn’t leave home to try to make home. I left home to have new experiences and make a different kind of home. Pining for what I left behind, doesn’t do anything necessarily constructive. It’s an emotion I have, that is okay, but it doesn’t, shouldn’t, because there will never be any replacement. There will be no place like home.
It’s hard to maintain a balance between wanting it to be like home, and making new things, between nostalgia and creation. But it’s something that is on my mind during this holiday season.