Turning a house into a home means something different to everyone.
Some examples are:
- Home is where your rump rests.
- Home is where your heart is.
- Home is somewhere over the rainbow.
- There’s no place like home.
Personally I could do without all of the clichés that people have contrived to determine what a home is. It just all seems rather unneccessary to tell people what they should think home is, where it is, or how they get there.
As I have mentioned before, this is the first house I have ever lived in. At first I had a hard time distinguishing a house from a home as I had never needed to know the difference before. Also for those of you who don’t know, I am a part of the Jewish faith. (I’m sorry if I misled any of you.)
For me my house became a home last week when Rabbi Schmuel from Chabad at ASU came to my house to perform the Jewish ceremony of placing a mezuzah on the front and back door of the house.
Schmuel said, “When we place the Mezuzah on the house it becomes a Jewish home. Now every time you enter and leave your home you will remember that this is where you belong and this is where your faith lays.”
It was at that moment that my house became a Jewish home.
After the ceremony I took some time to reflect on what Schmuel had said to me. I realized that all of the clichés can’t describe home because home has no clichéd qualities.
From what I have learned in the transition of apartment to house to home, home is;
- Where you feel you belong.
- Where you pay rent.
- Where your mail goes.
- Where your faith lays.
- Where you sleep.
- And most importantly, where you control the thermostat.
These are the qualities that describe home. Or at least this is home for me, and my perception of home. Tell me, what you think home is? Where is it? How do you describe it? And should John stop touching my thermostat? What do you think?