But that was not the case. I felt at home in my parent’s new home in a new city. I felt at home in my new husband’s parent’s house. I felt at home at all of our family functions. I felt at home in each of the homes that my husband and I lived in (and we lived in a lot of them). And then my husband got a new job and we moved to Brookfield, WI from Virginia. Yes, I was really going home.

But that was not the case! I didn’t feel at home there because all of our family was now back in Virginia. That was when I discovered that home is where the people are that love and support me unconditionally. It has nothing to do with the city or the building.

And now that I have 4 kids of my own, I hope that my kids feel that no matter where I am or what house I’m in, they will feel at home.

This post is my contest entry for the new movie, Away We Go.

What Home Means to Me originally posted at Scraps of My Geek Life.