Having lost our home this year, I’ve been asking myself this question a lot. There’s a few points at which I keep arriving:
Home is somewhere you feel comfortable enough to sit in your nakedness.
Home is somewhere you feel comfortable pooping.
Home is somewhere you feel safe enough to fall asleep.
Home is a space where you can behave totally in your truest self and feel confident.
Even though we are living in our camper trailer full time, when we leave for a while, we both feel, “It’s good to be home,” when we return. For this, I am both surprised and grateful.