It was at 11:00 at night as I was laying on a borrowed, creaky air bed in a mostly empty house, that I began thinking of our new home, one we’ve only been in for a week, as our home. There are a lot of quotes out there about what “home” is or what it means to be “home.”
There’s a saying often heard in Army life: “Home is where the Army sends us.”
Most of us know this. We move every 2-3 years, sometimes more frequently, adding new rugs, new curtains, selling old things that might not fit, and hanging pictures to make our borrowed housing feel like home. Other things that we adore but don’t fit may go into storage, while some homes require us to buy things to fill space and we secretly hope we can fit them into the next one. Our home isn’t permanent, but temporary. It moves as we move.

