What is home to you? Part 4

I sit writing this in my new place, which is furnished with items I did not purchase. This apartment, with it's lightness and coldness, is home and un-home. I know that it will not be my last residence.

The pot of hojicha which often sits on the desk along with a mug from the hundred Yen store, makes me feel at home, as does the pile of laundry not even a metre away. There are fewer of what people call 'home comforts' here than in many of the places I have lived in, but I feel more comfortable here than I did in a small flat in a medium-sized village in my motherland.

Home might not be a case of where you're from, i.e. your country; it might depend upon whether you're urban or rurally-minded. It may also depend upon whether you thrive in a certain environment. Are your needs being met? If they are not, are you really home?

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My mind recalls Douglas Coupland's Microserfs:

If you lived here, you'd already be home by now. (Must check actual quotation when I have the book handy.)

I don't think this applies, and I'm sure that the characters in the book don't totally believe that road sign. But they don't totally disbelieve it.

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Part One

Part Two

Part Three