tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4027390742156371993.post7323140035382484161..comments2024-03-17T10:10:56.252+00:00Comments on CONCRETE STEW: Emma Gilleecehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532782134266759793noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4027390742156371993.post-17479589756603456902015-08-27T01:51:31.146+01:002015-08-27T01:51:31.146+01:00Love, love, love this! I especially loved your tho...Love, love, love this! I especially loved your thoughts on what "home" is for you. It's a weird coincidence, I was just having a similar discussion with another friend about the exact same thing. We moved so much when I was a kid (between the USA and Ireland multiple times & within the USA as well) that the longest I ever lived anywhere was 7 years. But now, I have lived in my current house & home (stateside) 10.5 years and the word "home" means something entirely different to me now. It's my safe place, it's where I go to shut out the world, it's where my spouse & animals are and it's where I go to only interact with the people/animals I choose & want to interact with. <br /><br />So while "home" used to be "wherever my stuff is this year", now it is a sanctuary, a place where I feel safe. The house is a living & breathing entity in its own right. And I feel that way about one particular house in Ireland that has been a constant since I was a child & it's where I still go when I am back. So there are 2 places in the world that are home for me. Thank you so much for writing & letting me drone on as a result 😎😎👏🏻Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01490499497494384289noreply@blogger.com