It always amazes me when I realize how powerful the concept of belonging--home--is. Whether it's your house, where the center of your being rests--or the sense of home you might find at work and with friends.
For children, it can be the place where they play most often outside the "real" home.
This summer, our swimming pool has been closed so my family has been given access to other pools in the area.
I never suspected that my children would need more than a body of water and at least some of their friends (and of course me) to feel comfortable at various places.
But I've found that everytime we try one of the new pools, the first time we go, stinks.
They kind of linger around me, ask me to play more, can't quite get into the type of groove that allows them to entertain themselves and have a blast with just their imaginations and their little bodies.
They can't and don't verbalize what's happening, that they feel a little out of sorts, but by the next few times we go (and remember they have friends with them each time--it's not a though they're relying totally on making new buddies) they're back to their old adventurous selves.
I don't quite know what to make of it, obviously, it's not life or death and certainly won't try their ability to function in the world, but it makes me wonder--or realize--just how important the component of place, especially home is in our lives.
Where do you find yourself most comfortable in the world and where do you find yourself itching to leave?