Your Home

Auckland during the Rugby World Cup 2011 (photo credit: Christian Espinoza)

We grow up at home, we learn our place there and we nurture what would become in later years our oldest habits. The sense of taste and smell from our home, unlike any other. It is the place we learned and failed before anywhere else, but it’s more than a place or a location.

When I left home life became a new adventure for me. I was carving out my own path, seeking to find myself in the world. I stumbled and fell and I developed a thicker skin for it. I was molding, shaping, and tuning myself. It was a new frontier I was traversing, yet I felt totally fearless. It was an age of experience for me, and for nearly 15 years I worked like my life depended on it. I threw myself into anything I could to get work and experience, and that usually meant days and nights every day and every weekend. I was burned out but I felt I had reached the apex of my knowledge and skills, and I could rest easier for it. But as I have come to realize, this wasn’t home for me.

Home is timeless. Home is our self. I think we go back there because it grounds us. This is not the place we grew up, or a physical location or people rather, home is the shelter for us to create our truest selves. To pursue our purest work.

Take that look of worry
I’m an ordinary man
They don’t tell me nothing
So I find out what I can
There’s a fire that’s been burning
Right outside my door
I can’t see but I feel it
And it helps to keep me warm

– Phil Collins, “Take Me Home”

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