Home

I came across these two sayings about 10 days ago, and it's still in my head...

The first, extracted from the poem, The Death of the Hired Man by Robert Frost, says this:

Home is the place where,

when you have to go there,

They have to take you in.

The second, by W.H. Auden goes like this:

Home is..

A sort of honour, not a building site,

Whenever we are, when, if we choose, we might

Be somewhere else, yet trust that we have chosen right.

If we really think about it, most of us, at some point or other in our life, teeter between these 2 very different definitions. At some point or other, one would make more sense than the other.

What then would happen if one is able to merge both thoughts into a combined one? Would we then be able to find the ideal place that we can all proudly call home?

Author's Note:

The Auden piece is best understood when it is read out-loud. And don't worry about sounding silly whilst doing it. It would be exactly how you would have to do it if you were reading Ulysses by James Joyce!

Book Information:

You or Someone Like You

By: Chandler Burr 

ISBN: 978-0061829628