I’ve been thinking about the idea of “home” lately, possibly because my short story, “You Get a Line” is included in the recently-published anthology, My Nova Scotia Home. Many of the pieces are non-fiction, but mine is pure fiction. It’s an interesting collection, and each Nova Scotia writer has a unique take on what home means to them.
As always, Pooh is right, and I’m the kind of person who, in a few days or even hours, can be comfy in a lot of different places. Here are some of the places I’ve felt at home in recent years:
Home means different things to different people, I suppose. For me, it’s not the house, it’s not the surroundings or landscape, beautiful as they may be. It’s not the stuff I’ve collected over the years, as nice as all those things are, and finding second-hand treasure is so much fun! Of course, I’m grateful for all of this, and try not to take any of it for granted.
But, for me, home is the people, these people. Wherever they are, that’s home for me.
Jan L. Coates - "What if...?" 
Perfect definition
Thanks for taking a look/read!
I love your definition of home and Winnie the Pooh´s. Home is where the heart is as they say and obviously your heart is with your family. xo
Nice to see you here, as always, Darlene. I think you’re having a visit home this month? Enjoy!
Always enjoy your writing and your pictures. Home is always where the people you love and who love you are!
Nice definition, Susan. Shannon and Peter are in the midst of buying a house in Kingston, so my pull toward Ontario is even stronger…
I love your pictures too. Nova Scotia looks quite beautiful! I definitely agree with your definition of home, but might add where the pets are too. Pets aren’t people, but they are a close second.
Indeed. And, of course, Charlie included in the pic that’s “my definition of home.” At the moment, Nova Scotia is drowning, but some days it is quite beautiful, minus the blackflies/mosquitoes!
Someone explained to me th charm of baseball. It’s an odyssey of getting back home. It’s also a large part of all stories, whether home is a physical place or a state of mind.
I especially like your writing table.
Thanks, Mirka. My first novel was a finalist for the 2011 Governor General’s Award here in Canada – I bought that desk with my $ prize. I still love it!
Loved all the pictures and what home means to you. It will always be family to me, but there are some places that feel more like home. When we moved to Charleston 8 yrs ago, I cried because I felt I was home.
Nice, Vijaya. I agree. We felt at home the very first year we visited St. Simon’s Island, GA – and we’ve been returning ever since. Haven’t been to Charleston – yet. But hope to get there some day!