Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Home is where your parents are...whenever that may be

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If you had a happy childhood, that is.

For me, just after I graduated from high school. Home wasn't happy.

But for my kid, God only knows since he lives with me now, and will until school reopens for real.

My parents moved across the country for work when I was a sophomore in college. For me, it immediately because "I'm going to visit my parents" instead of "I'm going home." It was hard not having anything that felt like home for several years. In my mid 20s, I got an apartment with my then bf, now husband, and I worked hard to make that apartment feel like home.

Anonymous wrote:Home is where your parents are...whenever that may be

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Home is where your parents are...whenever that may be

Once my mom redecorated our old house, it was definitely "her house." When she remarried, it became even more "her house." When they moved into a new house, most definitely "her house," although it was nicer than the one I grew up in, so I didn't mind at that point.

After my DD lived abroad in college.

I'm 40, and have three homes. My house, my parents' apartment, and our ancestral castle in another country.

My oldest is a senior so not sure for her but I think it started for me once I settled into my career in a city that I saw myself being in long term. Definitely not in college — I loved my school but I knew that I would never stay in the area beyond my four years (I went to Virginia Tech) so it didn’t really feel like “home.”

Nope. Where I went to college was never "home." This is even when I went to school in Chicago was grew up in a suburb and lived in Chicago after college. DC is "home" now but I have been here for 20 years and all my kids were born here.

My (mid 20's) kids just think of themselves as having two homes. Well, maybe three, because they view each others' homes as theirs too.

Anonymous wrote:I’m 46 and when I go back to the house I was raised in I still say I’m “going home.”

+1 Same. I'm 56 and my parents are living in a completely different place but I still say I'm "going home."

It happened after college for me- when I was in grad school.

I’m 46 and when I go back to the house I was raised in I still say I’m “going home.”

Just wondering. Like when my daughter was a college freshman and sophomore I think her mindset was still very much “im going HOME for the weekend,” like her college town wasn’t really her home and our place was her home. But now that she’s a senior it seems like there is definitely more of a mindset that the city where she goes to school is her home and coming back here means going back to “my parents’ house”.