Home

The word home evokes a sense of stillness in me, a stillness where one takes refuge or establishes roots. A stillness in the sense of good stillness - I associate it with growth, change, memories. It irks me, though, that it does not take me to a particular place in my mind's eye. In my village 'ya beiti' (my home) is what you call someone whom you hold dear to your heart. It denominates a person. I have always found that interesting. What is a home and is it necessary to have one? I ask these existential questions now because the notion of 'home' has figured much in my life lately. Is it time, place or person? Or proportions and percentages of each? Supposing you are 'at home', does that implicitly suggest that you have settled down? Settling down is a claustrophobic term for me that makes me want to tug at it whereas 'being at home' offers a peaceful wellbeing, like the sea, something that is consitently and yet quietly in flux. Consistent flux.
-So, home: place, time or person - or combo?
-If place, place of origin or place of your choosing?
-Or is it family/friends/dear ones, no matter where on this earth? Is that enough?
-Oooor, is it a time of contentment, and when the times change may no longer feel like home despite the 'sameness' of the people and place.
-If combo indeed, how on earth to balance it?
-and how will I ever know? Answers, please?