We have but one permanent home: heaven - that's still the old truth that we always have to re-learn - and it's only through the impact of sad experiences that we assimilate it.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Home is where I am. Sadly, I don't need a history to be able to exist somewhere. When I was still very young, my father told me: 'Look, we will always have to move, again and again.' I thought that was marvelous! That's how I got used to thinking that life meant starting from scratch, over and over again.
There is a better place, the hard but joyful work beyond struggle, beyond the shadow of a doubt. It is our real home, the long-remembered future when everything worked and things made sense.
My home is in Heaven. I'm just traveling through this world.
In real life, I go to the North Shore with my kids for two weeks each summer, and it's a magical place for us. I feel restored there and connected to the ancient, pre - human world in a way that no place else on Earth does for me.
My memory of my home was that it was very happy, and that there was more fun and life there than there was anywhere else.
It always made me sad that there were kids who didn't have homes.
Suffering is traumatic and awful and we get angry and we shake our fists at the heavens and we vent and rage and weep. But in the process we discover a new tomorrow, one we never would have imagined otherwise.
Heaven is what we spend our lives trying to find.
We owned what we learned back there; the experience and the growth are grafted into our lives.
I think home has become my friends and family, wherever they are.