tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750120863647373520.post8943474626687922556..comments2023-08-08T11:48:10.725+01:00Comments on swisslet: a room is still a room....swisslethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16708248700851998044noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750120863647373520.post-21974600865384467222009-02-26T21:56:00.000+00:002009-02-26T21:56:00.000+00:00I have really mixed feelings on where my home is s...I have really mixed feelings on where my home is since my mum's partner moved in to the house I grew up in. It's changed beyond recognition, and is very much their home as opposed to my childhood home, which is absolutely how it should be. But for some reason it makes me feel a bit rootless. Ridiculous at my age, I know.Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11858850210791504996noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750120863647373520.post-47483888697661743582009-02-26T18:41:00.000+00:002009-02-26T18:41:00.000+00:00What constitutes "home" is personal, I t...What constitutes "home" is personal, I think, and will carry different meanings for different people. I still catch myself referring to my mother's house as "home," and I've been out of there for 15 years. But I also consider my current home, "home."<br><br>As for accents, you wouldn't really notice yours, or even your parents'. We never hear our own accents, or of those around us who speak as we do. I don't think I have an accent, but Southerners will tell you I have an obnoxious Yankee accent. I could comment on the Southern drawl. New York, New Jersey, Boston, Long Island, etc. All have distinct accents. All would probably say that they don't.<br><br>I suppose it's in the ear of the listener.Aravishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07766002202567429153noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750120863647373520.post-28822085433465207622009-02-25T22:43:00.000+00:002009-02-25T22:43:00.000+00:00I grew up in the Yorkshire Dales and it was 'h...I grew up in the Yorkshire Dales and it was 'home', even when I was at college and then living 'away'. Most recently I spent 13 years in St Annes and it was never 'home', but after 11 months Lancaster IS ....go figure...Also, what you said about not actively missing people, I think I know what you mean and share it, but I do think it's weird.Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06688439342099359026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750120863647373520.post-15972944921881452712009-02-25T10:15:00.000+00:002009-02-25T10:15:00.000+00:00Although I moved away over 20 years ago, I still r...Although I moved away over 20 years ago, I still refer to Wakefield as home. Can't help it.Agent Orangehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13412924510616085131noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750120863647373520.post-19600365330140831802009-02-25T06:24:00.000+00:002009-02-25T06:24:00.000+00:00For many a long year the house we've lived in ...For many a long year the house we've lived in in Nottingham has been "home" to me - child brought up there, the old nesting thing I guess. My parents moved house shortly after I left for University and have lived a couple of other places since, which cut the link for me with the house where they lived being the place I called home. My long time partner however always calls where his mother lives "home" - it is the actual house he grew up in - which used to annoy me, but then I later realised it was not intended as a slight on me.<br><br>However I do feel a strong emotional connection to the North East where I grew up, as an area rather than any particular property - rather than to Nottingham where I've spent my adult life. As Crucifer says maybe its what you yearn for when you're feeling down. A connection with a more innocent time perhaps.Tinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13149320350209938693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750120863647373520.post-27886692804272719502009-02-25T01:16:00.000+00:002009-02-25T01:16:00.000+00:00My parents moved to their house in 1969, and even ...My parents moved to their house in 1969, and even though I only lived there full-time for 7 (non-consecutive) years, I consider that "home". My hometown, however, is where I was born and where my mother's family (mostly) lives.<br><br>I also refer to my current residence as home... Funny word, isn't it?Lazygalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12008100108035617927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750120863647373520.post-9669932275656828122009-02-24T23:54:00.000+00:002009-02-24T23:54:00.000+00:00Even as a 7 year old at boarding school, I never f...Even as a 7 year old at boarding school, I never felt homesick. I felt somehow that I should, but I never did and I don't think I ever have. I am where I am. I'm not sure I actively miss people either. I might wish they were around, but seem to be able to get on with life knowing that they're not. Seems like a waste of energy to do otherwise. Is that weird?swisslethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16708248700851998044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750120863647373520.post-42804303893685501392009-02-24T23:40:00.000+00:002009-02-24T23:40:00.000+00:00I grew up in the surroundings of Ealing, West Lond...I grew up in the surroundings of Ealing, West London and was there for 22 years, from age 12 all the way to 34. Now I live in Perth, West Australia (it's only 17,000 miles away) and have done so for a few years.<br><br>I guess I could live here for another 30 years, far exceeding my time in Ealing - but that was where I grew up, and that's what I consider home.<br><br>My experience is that home is what you yearn for when you are feeling down - homesick; you want to get back to familiar surroundings but its all so despondantly far away.Cruciferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13930468654741891322noreply@blogger.com