indulge me a bit more, per favore...

[thedarksiren2]

define "home."

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[off.livejournal.com]

it is where you hang your hat.

[tiktiktok.livejournal.com]

"Home is where you wear your hat."

- Dr. Emilio Lizardo

[evilshell.livejournal.com]

That place where you just seem to feel "right".

I have a couple of "homes", personally: Hanging out with the right people back in Cleveland; Sweden and London. Each of those places evokes a strong feeling of belonging and comfort. I suppose you could also say Europe in general, but there are places here I feel far more at home in than others.

As for living at "home", I don't think I could live comfortably in Cleveland again (and I wouldn't always have that "home" feeling there, since I wouldn't always be with the people that make me feel that way!). Sweden is too dark in the winter and cold. London is on the radar for a couple of years from now. When we go there, it truly does feel like we're going home.

What is home for you?

Home

[taewakan.livejournal.com]

is where I love... and feel loved.

Home is not sharing a house or sharing ideas. It is not even sharing your body.
Home is a shared heart.

Re: Home

[theshadowsfall.livejournal.com]

I could not have said it better myself

[sharpshinyclaws.livejournal.com]

The place where you get your collection notices mailed. Which in most cases is not where you actually live. and if it is? Well wise up why don't you?

Home?

[xxinrixx.livejournal.com]

Home is where I can feed my children Poptarts and candy, then make a big pot of tang for my sons to indulge in right before I drop them off at their mother's house.

I am a good father, thus I must point out that I do brush their teeth before I send them on their way.

[limbik.livejournal.com]

My mom's house is still considered home.

[earthfire54.livejournal.com]

home is where the cats are.

[xjenavivex.livejournal.com]

where my heart belongs, where i feel safe and secure and loved and can love

tmi ahead ;)

[daliah.livejournal.com]

-is where i can run around naked, act like a silly monster, fart to the hills, and take a huge smelly fulfilling crap all in the loving company of a dear creep and a hairy dog..(sorry for the lack of minced words, im still a bit sleepy). even though we usually dont bring dog with us when we travel, i can still call a hotel room home cause i can do all these things and not feel uncomfortable!

[andragon.livejournal.com]

It is the one place in the universe where the shields come down and I can wrap myself about being myself, without masks.

[wraptboy.livejournal.com]

It's the place where I walk in, sigh big and let the outside world go. In fact, it's the place that makes me think of everything else as outside! There is love that isn't conditional, acceptance, tolerance...all the good stuff plus breakfast. It's the place I always kinda long for when I'm not in it.

[bindrune.livejournal.com]

home is where i take off my bra. oh wait, i do that anyway...

You tell'em PT!

[taewakan.livejournal.com]

:P