tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974412756136889139.post1708521674803261008..comments2023-09-05T08:50:29.488-05:00Comments on Wandering Above the Sea of Fog: I've Got My Memories Always Inside of Me, But I Can't Go Back to How It WasThe Wandererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01925841309848404325noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974412756136889139.post-56476979562890090072008-11-04T16:41:00.000-06:002008-11-04T16:41:00.000-06:00Some say that "home is where the heart is," but th...Some say that "home is where the heart is," but this presumes there is someplace that you love to be. Granting that assumption, someone might love where they are at and want to be nowhere else. Some are comfortable in very few places over the course of their life, so only a very few places would qualify to be "home" in the strong sense. Others might have found such a place once, but know that they shall never return to that place. Imagine someone from a country that is taken over and renamed. Perhaps they would never find home again.<BR/><BR/>Others might define "home" functionally such that anytime they are surrounded by people who love them they are home. Imagine Native Americans in the early days where they traveled from place to place in a nomadic lifestyle. Home would be where ever the night fires and family clan gathered, and this seems a legitimate sense of the term as well.Brint Montgomeryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07203353814053868190noreply@blogger.com