Earl and I have been home five days, and I’ve wanted to write this blog that entire time. We love traveling, but we love coming home too. With that in mind, I’ve culled the Internet for other peoples’ take on home. And I’ll share my favorite at the end.
On the Internet, Pliny the Elder is credited with first saying, “Home is where the heart is.” Yet, Robert Frost uses this line in his poem “The Death of the Hired Hand.” Oliver Wendell Holmes said, “Where we love is home – home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.” He sounds like a traveler. And Emily Dickinson, that recluse, said “Where thou art, that is home.”
Jane Austen: “There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort.” And Thomas Fuller: “Charity begins at home, but should not end there.” I agree with both sentiments.
As for myself, I’m reminded of what my father-in-law used to say: “A home is a machine for living.” I see his point, but my favorite description of home, although it may be sad, is from the same poem that Robert Frost quoted Pliny the Elder. The thought is purely Frost.
“Home is where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.”