Posted: Friday, October 2
What makes a home, a home? Almost nine years ago, we lost our home in a fire. Looking back, it was surreal and dream-like. The times where we felt the loss most was when we would come home to relax from our long days at school or at work. It never felt quite right. We weren’t comfortable. Our first two nights, post-fire, were spent with my in-laws; our second two weeks were spent at a hotel; our last three months were spent at a friend’s vacant home. We were extremely grateful for all of these three temporary homes. They all had their positives but none of them felt like “home.”
I’m certainly not a psychologist but one thing I vividly remember from this experience was the lack of emotional or historical connection to any part of those homes. They weren’t familiar. I couldn’t walk by the doorway where we had marked our kid’s height or laugh about the grape soda my daughter spilled on the sofa. I could no longer take pride in the bathroom that I renovated with my own blood, sweat, and tears. The pictures we purchased on vacations, the furniture passed down from grand-parents, the nicked up coffee table and more… these are the kinds of things that make a home, a home.