Recently a man in a book club said ‘we are all looking for a place to call home.” He said it twice, and I was caught off-guard. Was he speaking about himself or the story? I looked at him. He didn’t look sad or unhappy. He sat next to his wife. They’d both read the book. They both had comments. He didn’t look friendless, if there is such a look. He simply looked normal. But his words were sad and they were heartfelt.
Is he right? Are we all just looking for a place to call home?
I thought about it, then decided I have moved too many times to answer. So I wonder what others think. I wonder if someone who has lived in the same place for a lifetime could still be looking for a home. I wonder if home is a place or a feeling. I wonder if it has to do with religious belief or self-recognition.
Let me know your thoughts. Are we all just looking for a place to call home? Is there such a place?