Home Is Where The Heart Is

Are you familiar with the Johnny Cash song I’ve been everywhere? Well, that is me. I’ve been to almost all the places in that song and then some. I even had 8 acres in Winnemucca (mentioned in the beginning of the song) about five years ago. I had plans on growing organic vegetables and herbs in a big greenhouse, for the many amazing restaurants in the area. It was hard to get all the permits required without being a millionaire. LOL.

I’ve really tried to feel at home in many places, desperately wanting to have a place that is home to me. Maybe it has to do with moving several times as a child, or losing my mom at an early age, but I’ve never really felt like I’ve had a home. I’ve tried so hard. I’ve liked many places, but there have always been something missing. 7 months ago I moved back to Sweden, my country of birth, after 8+ years abroad…and bham! I am home now. I live in the region where I was born, where my mother was born, and her mother before her. Finally I really feel at home. No doubts. It’s just right.



I’m sitting at the porch to the house I am renting, knowing that one day soon I will buy a place here because this is home. There is a light breeze, and a comfortable 78F. Even though the world is crazy with an ongoing pandemic and civil unrest, I can still find peace here. Home is in Dalarna, Sweden. I love gardening, and the growing season isn’t that long here, but man is it growing when it’s growing! Everything is green. The place I am renting is kind of wild. I’ve had a reason to perfect my skills with a scythe. I’ve cleared the front of the house, since the front was covered in beautiful, but invasive lupins. These photos above are from areas around the house that I haven’t cleared yet.  Naturally for a place that is home to me there has to be some gardening going on. 


A mix of salad greens from my garden that served as a side dish to today’s lunch. Naturally I am very happy that my daughter is sharing my home full time, which isn’t something I take for granted. What does the word home mean to you?



Published by Sagittarius Viking

It’s all about experiences, and the healing power of nature. Life is about choosing happiness. I entered the magic world of photography when I was five years old. My gypsy soul have taken me to many different countries, and definitely taught me to be more humble. I believe that you are what you eat, body and soul. I enjoy growing my own food, and spending time outdoors. A Sagittarius loves to travel, have an open mind and, and a philosophical view. It motivates them to wander around the world in search of the meaning of life. Sagittarius is extrovert, optimistic and enthusiastic, and likes changes. A lot of that perfectly describes me. The fact that my ancestors, on both parents sides, were vikings, doesn’t exactly lessen my desire to explore. Maybe a slightly more mindful exploring, compared to the average viking. My blog, and my art prints is a results of my (inner and outer) explorations. Love, Maria

23 thoughts on “Home Is Where The Heart Is

  1. Congratulations, Maria! You know the feeling in your heart when it is right. I’m so happy for you. We just moved closer to family in LA and as hard as it was to leave SF, it just feels right. 🙂 Best wishes to you and your daughter!

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  2. I’m so happy to read that you are finally home, Maria! I know you tried to make it all work in NorCal and Nevada and I enjoyed meeting you IRL and sharing the love of Northern California. Sweden suits you in many ways and even with your spirit for travel, it is always nice to return to the home base recharged and ready for anything. I’m sure your garden will be amazing!

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    1. Thank you Terri. Yes, I’ve really tried hard and liked it a lot in many places, but they have not been home. This is. Funny how that is 🙂 Maybe you will visit one day? Or maybe I’ll come by your new place. All the best to you ❤

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  3. I am so glad that you have at last found your home, Maria. Isn’t it crazy that some of us search the world over, then find ourselves back where we started from? I did the same for 19 years before finding my spot here (30 years ago next month) a mere seven miles from where I grew up. As Dorothy said as she clicked her ruby slippers, “There’s no place like home!”

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    1. Haha, yes it is! I have not lived in this area since I was four, before my parents got divorced. I grew up in a different part of Sweden, further north, but still this is what feels like home. I thought that I might settled near the place where I grew up, but when I got here that was not what my heart said.

      No place like home 😉


  4. You know you are home when you can breath. For us it is the country living & 20min from where our ancestors first settled. My great x 3 grandfather was the first minister in this area a kind man. My great Uncle was a policeman in this area loved his horses not just as part of his job. My Grandmothers birthplace is less than 2hrs away. It is amazing isn’t it how drawn some of us can be to our birthplaces. I’m so glad you have found your home & the beautiful heritage your little treasure is surrounded with. Its just wonderful, wonderful & we are truly blessed that you share it with us.

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    1. That is funny how that happens, that we end up so close to our humble beginnings. My grandmothers birthplace is about two hours, or a little less from where I live now 🙂 My mom was born about one hour from here. Me, I was born little more than one hours from the house I live in now. I enjoy reading your stories. I hope you are having a wonderful week. ❤

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  5. Most excellent post! Such a wondering soul and your wondering finally found home, and you are able to be home with your beautiful daughter! You are truly blessed! ❤️🙏❤️🙏❤️

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