Post # 1
I hear alot of people saying “I am going home for the weekend.” Meaning, they are visiting their parents house. & It always made me wonder am I weird?
Weird by feeling like my mom’s house is her house & my house is my home?
When I visit my mom I always say “I am going to visit my mom.” Or “I am going to my mom’s house for the day.”
Yes I still feel 100% comfortable there. I get in the fridge when I want, change the channel, ect. But I don’t feel like its my home. I lived there since I was 9 years old. So I was there a long time. So its not that I only lived there a couple of years.
Btw, my husband & I have lived in our home for 2 years. So which do you feel like is home? Your house or your parents? How long have you/did you live in each?
EDIT: Also I live an hour from my mom’s house.
Post # 3
“Home” is OUR home. My mom has since moved from the house that I grew up in so her current house definitely doesn’t feel like home. Like you, I’m completely comfortable there but it’s not my “home”.
Post # 4
I guess I still say I’m going home when I’m going back to my parent’s house. I think of up north where I’m from as home.
But I call our apartment home too – I’ve actually been trying to work on calling it up north or to my parents or something else, but it’s been ingrained in me for a long time, so I have to consciously think to not call my parent’s house home.
Post # 5
My Mom and Dad’s house will always be home to me. I lived there from the day I was born. I went to college for 4 years, but always returned for breaks/summers and visited often. After college, I stayed there for another year, then moved out with my fiance. I was 22.
We live less than 15 minutes away, so I’m usually there at least 1x/ week. My brother went off to college this year, and I know my parents are looking to move in the next 3 years or so, and I’ll honestly shed many many tears when that happens. It is going to be so strange to leave that house once and for all after almost 3 decades.
I couldn’t believe it, but on the night I officially moved out, I cried silently in the car on my way to my new apartment. I didn’t let my fiance notice, and I’ve never actually told anyone this. It really took me by surprise- I was SO excited to finally be able to share a home with my fiance, but it was the end of my childhood!
Okay, that was long and rambly. But you get the point 🙂
Post # 6
The apartment that my dh and I share is my home. If we visit my mother we call it “going downstate.” It was an easy switch for me to make 🙂
Post # 7
I voted for both. I feel like our apartment is our home because it’s where we come together at the end of the day to unwind and grow as a couple. But at the same time, my parents house also is home to me. It’s where I grew up and I have so many memories attached to their house.
Post # 8
- Wedding: March 2012 - Pelican Grand Beach Resort
My home is where I’ve lived for the last 11 years. My Mom would think otherwise, but she’s wrong. That said, I’m sure I say “I’m going home” to mean going to my mother’s all the time. That doesn’t mean I actually consider it my home; that’s just the idiom we use to mean that we’re visiting our childhood home/city.
Post # 9
Sometimes I’ll refer to visiting my parents as ‘going home’. It doesn’t really feel like home anymore though. When there, DH and I also talk about actually going home. For a while DH referred to our place as the hotel (by accident!), but now it’s home to him too.
Post # 10
Generally, when referring going to my parents I refer to it as exactly that, “my parent’s”, or “Mom and Dad’s”; our house is home. However, when talking to my siblings I have realized I sometimes refer to Mom and Dad’s as home.
Post # 11
I call wherever I’m not “home”. Whether this was my apartment in college, my apartment now, my parents’ house, and I’m sure our future house… they’re all “home.” I even call hotel rooms “home” when I’m on vacation– “let’s go home, I’m sleepy.”
I felt really bad the first time I left my parents house for college and said “okay, I’m heading home, see you all in a few weeks!”
Post # 12
@Sweet.Sugar.Rose: I feel the same as you!
We have only lived here since June, but this is definitely “home”. I lived at my parents’ house for 29 years, and although I’m still very comfortable going there, letting myself in, eating stuff, whatever, it is no longer “home”.
Post # 13
It’s really both… Granted, we’ve only been married 7 ish months… My apt with my DH is home… but sometimes I still call my parents’ house home… I was going over once a week to do laundry still… Until about 4 weeks ago when I got very sick – Now I’m there every time DH is at work 🙁 My poor parents thought they got rid of me!
Post # 14
I still say that about my parents house. But then again, FI and I will be moving there by the end of the month. So it really will be home!
Post # 15
- Wedding: August 2013 - An amazing non-profit retreat
I never lived in my mom’s house (I left home at 17 and she moved a few years later) so it never feels like home to me. Our house is home 🙂
Post # 16
My home is the house DH and I share. My parents’ house is “my parents’ house.” I only lived in that house for two years so I don’t really have emotional ties to it. But I feel 100% comfortable there and when I go I still open the door with my key without knocking.