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Where away from home do you feel the most at home?

Does that make sense?

I was just thinking how I feel so at home in my old college town...it's this tiny little Alberta town that loses about half its population when the college isn't in session (well, maybe not that much, but you get the idea)...I think I feel even more at home there than I do at my house or my parent's place. I love the people there, I love that I can walk just about anywhere within fifteen minutes, I love that the streets and parks and buildings are familiar to me, that I can't go to the grocery store without running into someone I'm happy to see...and I've only lived there for a total of a year (so far, anyway...looks like I'll be moving back there for more college in September!!).
Ah...sweet randomness *grin*
Anyway...do tell...what is your "home away from home?"

Hmm, my uncles beautiful place down on the coast, where I spend as much time as possible, and London, where I've lived for a couple of years on and off, are the only places I feel at home in. (Apart from my home city of Jo'burg of course.)

Everywhere else, I just feel slightly out of place for some reason.

--Avatar

In a dump.

I consider "home" to not really be a specific location. My house isn't my home. My city isn't.

It's the people around me that are my home.

Wherever there are those I love, and those that I am close to, and people that mean something to me, and me, them, I consider my true home. Be it sitting here with family or off with my friends, I am comfortable because I am in a place where I can be me. That is "home."

Wherever that is.

It's in the heart, not in the geography.

I feel at home at the Wutan HQ, where I spend a considerable amount of my time.

My city is my home, though I know enough of Florida to feel right at home most anywhere in it. Georgia and the Carolinas are the next most comfy places, followed by the planet Vulcan.

In the sense that "home" means warmth and love, Busby is the best home I know... doesn't matter if we're in Virginia, or Maryland, or wherever. I know him better than anyone, and vice versa, and as long as I have him with me, I can take anything. You all think I'm crazy for putting that much stock in a horse, but there it is.

Maryland is the next closest thing to "home," but even here, I feel out of place. We've moved around so much that home is, in the end, not that strong a concept for me. There are familiar places, and routines, and I love being in step with them (and watching the poor, confused tourists on the Metro ), but there's still something off. I don't think there's any combination of place and people with which I'll ever feel truly comfortable. I guess, other than ol' Fuzzles, home for me is being alone.

well New Hampshire is home.
but Angleton Texas is my home now. I have established more here. work, church, city volunteering. so if I weren't in Texas, New Hampshire. but that New Hampshire of my youth is gone, replaced with a larger, unfriendlier place.

I suppose it would be my work place, sick as that sounds. I am 40 years old, and this will be 17 years there this year, so have been there for nearly half of my life. And I have worked with a lot of the same people for most or even all of that time. So they ARE my family, in many ways. We've seen each other though so many things over the years...

No walls no roof no anything my house
Doesn't get wet doesn't get blown down
-Ikkyu-

Hate to say it, but I feel at home when we're out to sea. I can't say on the ship, because I definately don't feel at home here while we're in port.

My parents are my home. They moved back to Seattle last year (I was born there, but grew up near Portland), so I can't really go back to the house I lived in most of my life, but I know that no matter where they live, I've got someplace to go if everything else goes wrong.

A couple of years ago when I thought the world was going to end, I even had a plan for hiking the 3000 miles home. Bought an astronaut blanket & everything.

My grandmother's lake house. Or any house beside a lake. Somewhere quiet and cut off--about 30 minutes from any town. Currently can't and probably won't attain such a place.

Rock City. That probably sounds odd, but I've spent so much time in that particular rock club over the years that it does feel like a home of sorts. Other than that, north Nottinghamshire (the area where my dad lives) is somewhat homely, since I lived there for two years and learnt to drive there.

Strangely enough, woods surrounding creeks or small cottages feel like home.