Grayson and I had a talk this week about where home is. It was in the context of a homeless man we saw at an intersection, and Grayson was saying that he wondered where the man’s home was. We talked about our own home, and what a “home” really means to you. 

I told him my home is where I find the most comfort and feel the most loved and that I feel that I’m “home” when we are together. Home isn’t where your house is, it is indeed where your heart is. Moments later this song came on the radio, and I’ve been humming it since then. This must be the place. 

Home is where I want to be 
Pick me up and turn me round 
I feel numb – BORN with a weak heart 
(So I) guess I must be having fun 
The less we say about it the better 
Make it up as we go along 
Feet on the ground 
Head in the sky 
It’s ok I know nothing’s wrong . . nothing 

Hi yo I got plenty of time 
Hi yo you got light in your eyes 
And you’re standing here beside me 
I love the passing of time 
Never for money 
Always for love 
Cover up say goodnight . . . say goodnight 

Home – is where I want to be 
But I guess I’m already there 
I come home she lifted up her wings
Guess that this must be the place 
I can’t tell one from another 
Did I find you, or you find me? 
There was a time 
Before we were born 
If someone asks, 
this where I’ll be . . . where I’ll be 

Hi yo We drift in and out 
Hi yo sing into my mouth O
ut of all those kinds of people 
You got a face with a view 
I’m just an animal looking for a home 
Share the same space for a minute or two 
And you love me till my heart stops 
Love me till I’m dead 
Eyes that light up, eyes look through you 
Cover up the blank spots 
Hit me on the head Ah ooh 

Really love this version by Arcade Fire: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7J-900xpiI0