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?