Home Is Where the Heart Is

For my first Blogtober post, I thought I would talk about what home means to me, and where it is. The definition of it always seems to be changing. For example, right now I am “at home” — the hotel I have spent the last three nights is home for today. In September, I spent 1 night in Amsterdam, 2 in Munich, 2 over the Atlantic ocean, 3 in Prague, 12 in Minnesota, and 10 in Sweden. A lot of different temporary homes!

At the same time, tomorrow I get to go home to Karlskrona, and be with my husband again. We have a cute little apartment in the middle of the city, and I am truly looking forward to cuddling up with Nick next to a fire. I cannot wait to be home tomorrow! Karlskrona has been our home for the last two months. We live there, work there, and have friends there now.

Then there is Minnesota. Minnesota, where I was raised and spent 22 years of my life. Grew up there, went to college there, met the man of my dreams, and got married there. So much of my life has been there, and I think a large part of my heart will always be there. My wonderful family and friends still (mostly) reside there. Because of this, Minnesota will always be home to me.

To me, different parts of my heart are in different places. Home is where Nick is, and we live- Sweden. But my home town (and thankfully, his too!) will always be Minnesota. Home is where the heart is.