What is Home

I surprised myself. Stepping into my dorm room for the first time in three weeks, the first words that slid from my mouth were: “I’m home.” I had just concluded a fun, restful break with my family and left the supportive home that my parents made there. Now I was back in a dorm, by definition, temporary housing, but it was dawning on me how much it felt like my home. As familiar faces appeared to greet me and I settled into the college-vibes again, the feeling only grew.

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You could say that home is where the heart is. And it is true that when you are separated from someone or someplace that you feel a deep desire for or connection with, your mind repeatedly returns to them or it. And you find yourself always trying to get back. However, at Gordon, although I wouldn’t say that I am always itching to be here, I’ve established my community here, I’ve taken on work here, I’ve grown into my life here.

When I was younger, I stubbornly held on to New York City as my home, since I grew up there. But my home is no longer the place that I grew up, nor is it where my parents live anymore. Home is taking on a new meaning for me now. I’ll always return “home” when I go back to see my family. But the broader idea of where I live, is becoming more and more an outcome of my own living, not my family’s.

 

Veronica A.

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