The last storytelling event of the year concluded last night on the theme of “Home…” With different storytellers and musicians we looked at different aspects of it. From the way our parents try to create it for us, to the feelings of fear when it’s under attack. From finding a home in an unlikely place, to creating a home away from home.
In the middle of the night we asked the audience to send us messages to our phone. Completing the sentence, “Homs is…” It rained messages into the phone. These are the answers that you gave us:
Home is where the bra is not
Home is where the cat is
Home is where you can fart as loud as you want
Home is where my parents live
Home is anywhere where I can kick your ass in video games
Home is green and fresh, waking up to the sound of galloping horses and the feeling
of hot sun. Home is drinking copious amounts of terrible beer with friends you’ve
known for too long and the trouble you caused is too childish for your age. Home is
a full pantry and a combrotable couch. Home is rough sand and cold water. Home is a
24 hour flight, a 12 hour layover and 1200 euros away.
My home is where Raffa is
Home is where you can make mistakes, maybe dwell over them, maybe let them go
Home is where you give up, where you let go so you can dream about tomorrow
Home is te view over the water, the sound of the birds and a glass of sherry in my
hand
Home is where I can see people at their eyes and feel their souls
Home is warmth, love, without exploitation, without dead animals
Home is her eyes
Home is not a lot of space
Home is where I dream about the rest of the world
Where we unload and reload
Home is there where that you dream is when you are asleep
Home is where I feel comfortable. It is more depending on the people that are there
than the actual place
Home is where I eat with good people
Home is where my favorite music plays the loudest
Home is where the fireplace burns, where you feel safe, where everything is quiet, where the
party at
Home is not where you are from, but where you make it!
Home is where you cook a good meal
Home is going to bed, happy to wake up in the morning
What is home? It’s where you can be yourself, where you have room for yourself.
Without too much effort it makes you feel nice. That’s what home is for me.
Home is… feeling safe
Home is where there is love and peace
Home is where I sleep the best
Home means knowing that those unseen are stil with you at your highest peak and
lowest point in life
Home is where you feel the coziest
Home is the blue sea and pink skies, nights of wine and dawns of fun. Home is in your smile
Home is:
– mum’s cooking
– the the dog is
– family
– laughter
– cosy “gezellig”
Home is where I wipe my feet on the doormat
Home is WHO you’re from
Home is where I feel the love
Home is where I can feel truly myself
Home is where cheese and wine is
Home is… Safety, a place where you can love and be loved in return
Home is where I sleep (good)
Home is where the love is
Home is where you are not afraid of the dark
Home is where you feel safe and comfortable
They say home is where the hate is, I say home is where the faith is
Home is where your heart is there
Home is where I can be myself
Home is where you go when you are sad
Home is Light, Peace, Love
If you have more “Home is…” to add, leave them in the comments. And see you in the new year!
Home is where Georgia greets me with her wagging tail and gives me those sweet licks.