63942813As an Expat I have given some thought about what «home» is. Sure, we can look up the dry explanation in a dictionary. Or we can define it ourselves, yea, let’s do that – should be way more fun.

You see, my family and I are Expats in Denmark. We rent a house in a small town north of Copenhagen. The market in Denmark is so slow that investing in real estate here is a complete no-go for us. And even though we absolutely hate the house we rent, we have recently extended the lease period.

Why would we do that?

Pure laziness would be a huge part of the reason why we decided to continue to rent this house. We just can’t be bothered to move – because that is a lot of work and boring.

go-big-or-go-home-memeThe proximity to The Karate Kid’s school was also a huge factor in deciding to prolong the lease.

And… The house itself is not why it is home. It’s more about making it home. So we moved in our furniture, our clothes, our stuff. Granted a whole lot of our stuff is still in storage, because this house is way smaller than the beautiful and rather large house we had in Norway. But we have unpacked enough stuff to make this Danish house feel homely.

Although there are things that are connected to certain memories, nostalgia and all that, they are still just things. And without a cat galloping across the floor and jumping up in the sofa just to piss off the dog, and a teenager aggrivating his mom by playing too loud music, all the things are meaningless. Because the memories are still there, even without the things.

home-is-where-your-heart-isIt’s not the house and things that make the memories. We make the memories. Yes, we have had many nice family meals around the dinner table. Without the family, the table would just be a table. And when that table is traded out for something new and not worn out, we will still have the memory of those nice family dinners. The table doesn’t matter. It’s unimportant.

What is important? Family. Friends. Pets. Those are my true valuables. That is what makes the home. Not the house, not all the stuff.

Home is where the dog hairs sticks to everything but the dog
Home is where the cat learns to read
Home is where there is a Tiger on the roof
Home is this bright looking fella
Home is where you return to after showing this young man the world


21 thoughts on “Home

    1. hehehehe, spot on! Lately the wifi has been eeeerrrrmmm troublesome here, and I take that as proof that this house is out to get me 😀 *giggles*


  1. This is so important for me to hear right now! I am in the process of clearing out my parents’ home and find myself having a hard time letting go of their things. As if it is the things and not the memories that are important – but it’s really the opposite. Thank you for the reminder! 😉

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  2. It’s so true that what you put into the house makes it your home. When we sold the first home we actually owned I was heartbroken even though we were moving into a much nicer brand new home we had built to our own plan and requirements. But as soon as it was empty it didn’t look like our home any more and I was happy to walk out.

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    1. I have moved alot, I have put in bids on “dreamhouses” I didn’t get, and a couple that I did get (but still up and left after a while) and now I live in a house that is out to get me! And that’s OK, because in addition to learning what I don’t want – I also learn what I do like. So, when we finally grow up and decide to settle somewhere and invest in a home for the last time – it is going to be super-duper-perfect! Yaaaaay! 🙂 Congrats on your brand spanking new home! Sounds exciting!

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      1. Sounds perfect!

        Sometime, way down the line, I would like to buy a plot at a location I fancy, and build my own house (well, have someone build it for me) to my own spesifications. Until then, I am gathering experiences of what I like and don’t like 🙂

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      2. That’s what we did. We had a plan we liked, adapted it to suit and a building company constructed it on a lovely block with a great view. We’d lived in seven army homes by then so we had a fair idea of what we wanted.

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