It takes growth to ask oneself certain questions. I never considered what a home truly was, until when what felt like happiness started to drift away in the same place I once called home.
“Is home a place we are running to, or a place we are building from?”
One thing I loved about this place was the comfort, the laughter, and the sound of the heavy door clicking shut. It showed life was there, and not just anyone, but the people I called family. These moments were everything to me, not until growth set in and I needed more.
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After my NYSC, I had two choices; to build from where I had served my country or to go back to the place I called home. I chose the latter, went back home and realized everything was lost; the comfort I once derived, everyone was busy working and only came home when it was late, the doors now wide opened, silence filled the air, and it was just me. The place I once called home is now strange to me. It was no longer the place I used to know, but a shadow of itself. For some days I pondered if God's choice to Abraham to leave his hometown to a place he would show him should be man's resolution as he grows older.
What is a home to me? A question that remained heavy in my heart and one decision I was ready to make is to find myself a new purpose, maybe that was what a home truly was, not just a place we can run to but a place we can build even in discomfort. Every individual may have their definition of what a home is but comfort isn't all. A home was designed to bring out the you that's hidden and challenge you to grow. If it wasn't, then just like Abraham, leave your hometown to a place that does. It's not about a place where comfort lies, or where wealth dwells, home is a place we are building from.
