At home: The most important place in the world

At home: The most important place in the world: home

A house, four walls, a roof! But is it also a "home"?

Your own home is the most important place in the world, and everyone agrees. I can ask who I want. It does not matter what you call your home and how others rate it. Everyone has their own definition of it, but in one point, almost all resemble each other: Physically, the home is defined by a solid masonry building, a dense roof, and windows and doors. But what makes this house exactly home? The Municipal Employment Office has four walls and a roof, but why would I never feel at home there? The Bausparfuchs would have a very simple answer: "It's not yours, it's not yours, so you'll never be home there!" I fully agree with him. And to see what makes your home a home, I once asked the editors how they see it.

For our Chris, the most important place in the world is his apartment:

Here I can switch off, rest, listen to music and walk around as I want. It is a quiet apartment, in an old house. In the yard is a very large, very old beech that provides shade in summer. The house is built in 1895, it has experienced a lot and was rebuilt again and again.

The aspect of rest and shutdown plays an important role, as does the possibility of unrestricted freedom of movement. Also, for Chris, the interaction between the building and surrounding nature is very important, as is the point of traditional timelessness. His home is just how it is. Despite many changes, it does not need a modern concept; the impression of security is decisive here and, of course, decisive. Chris also names the places most important to him at home:

My favorite place in the apartment is definitely the kitchen and my old couch, but also the windowsill. From there you can see in the forest and in the garden with its big old trees.

The Grilldude also knows how to clearly define his home. Silence and nature impressions are also important to him. However, the concept of homeland prevails, which somewhat dissolves from the actual "house":

The most important place in the world for me lies in the Eifel and is called Heimbach. On a small river called Rur is an old campsite on which my father has owned a caravan for about 30 years. Previously, my grandmother also had a caravan on the same campground for many years. Every year since my first vacation at the age of six months, I spend more and less time in Heimbach. It is a kind of refuge for me - only about 1 1/2 hours drive away and yet I feel as if I am in the middle of nature, infinitely far away from all major cities and all the hustle and bustle of this world.

Okay, the "house" also occurs to him, even if it has wheels. But he would not be the Grilldude if the caravan did not matter to him.

How different the ideas of "home" can be, I have experienced myself once, when I had arranged to call a friend and we could not catch ourselves at the time:

He: "I thought you wanted to be home at three?"
Me: "I was home at three."
He: "I called your house and you were not there."
Me: "I was there all the time."
He: "But your parents said you are in your apartment!"
I (confused): "Yes, I was at home... and not with my parents!"
He: "Yes, but if you're in your apartment, not your parents, you're not home!"

This interview was conducted by two adult men in their mid-twenties and makes clear how different things can be that make the home a home. I've got used to my friend's point of view now, and I think that's a very good example. And: I'll let it come up again, should there be a blog parade on "Hotel Mama".

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