What makes a place ‘home’?  Is it where your stuff is?  Where you sleep at night?  Where you were raised?

I often asked my doula students, during their introductions, to tell me where ‘home’ is – and leave it up to them to define that for themselves.

As a person without a house by choice, I struggle with the many times I’ve used the term ‘home’ since I’ve been living on the road. “When I go home…”, “Oh, it’s at home…”,  “I’ll be home next month…”. Sometimes I’m referring to a place where my stuff is kept. Sometimes I’m referring to the place where I sleep at night. Sometimes I’m referring the place where I am from, where my family still lives.

My first weeks after leaving the house I used to live at on Beacon Hill, my phone kept telling me how far I was from ‘home’. iPhone, you have no idea!

It really bothered me that that house was no longer my home. I loved that house, the urban farm I had created, the memories that were created there. It was my reference point, just like my iPhone was telling me. But it’s not any more. I still grapple with my definition of home, and trying to explain it to others. Thanks for rubbing it in, iPhone, thank you very much.

About Carrie Kenner

Carrie Kenner is an educator, creator, mentor and adventurer traveling the country in a camper van. Follow her at carriekenner.com.