The Daily Prompt:If you had the opportunity to live a nomadic life, traveling from place to place, would you do it? Do you need a home base? What makes a place “home” to you?
I’ve said many times before that I’d love to have some sort of camper and travel with no special destination in mind. The South African coast would be a good place to start. Day dreams are good friends, but we all have responsibilities, and I have three responsibilities that I totally adore and they overtake my daydream by far… 🙂
If it was possible though, I would need to have a home base, not that I’d be there often, but we all need some place to call home.
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This song was playing on the radio while I was typing this post so I thought I’d add it.
I do agree – there is something precious about having a place to come home to. I think that “home” can change as it is more about a state of mind (and often a set of people) in that stable base.
I always say home is where the heart is and we will make our dreams come true hon. 😀
Have a lovely weekend and thanks for the song. It’s beautiful! 😀 *hugs*
The nomadic life is what we used to follow in a campervan every holiday, covering thousands of kilometers over three weeks. Alas, it just isn’t safe any more.
I’ve lived in 8 different cities in Brazil and 1 in the US, and that made me learn that your home can always change, but having a place to call your own… Simply magical 🙂 first time visiting your blog! I liked it 😀 take care!
I have always said that, “Home is where ever you hang your hat.” Me having a military background I always felt at home where ever I was. I never needed a place to call home but now that I am older it is also good to have a place to call my home. I always have that itch to just pack it all up and go. But as you put it there are those responsibilities that we all have to take care of. Take care and have a wonderful day!
Peace!!!
I’m such a “homebody.” The idea of travel is nice–seeing new and wonderful places, breaking up hum-drum routines…, but the the reality is that travel is exhausting to me. A little goes a long way. Time at home is healing. I guess the world needs travelers and it needs people waiting for them–someone for them to come home to.
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Lovely song, melodious and actually quiet and peaceful.
It is, I love “The Corrs.” All their songs are quite melodious.
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I do agree – there is something precious about having a place to come home to. I think that “home” can change as it is more about a state of mind (and often a set of people) in that stable base.
You are so right, onebreath.
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Love the photo. It looks as though lots of people have run through that sand. It is really nice to daydream sometimes. 🙂 Hugs
Day dreams are truly good friends at time, ad – I agree 🙂
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LOve the song, the music & video, thank you- home can be any place, do you agree?
It is my pleasure and yes, I agree, home is where you make it 🙂
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I always say home is where the heart is and we will make our dreams come true hon. 😀
Have a lovely weekend and thanks for the song. It’s beautiful! 😀 *hugs*
My pleasure and thank you for the visit my friend 🙂
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You’re welcome hon. 😀 *hugs*
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Love your photo of the beach. I feel I want to sink my toes in the sand.
It does look very inviting, thanks Colline 🙂
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Nice answer. Totally agree 🙂
following your blog (cause its awesome)
Thank you so much, I appreciate that.
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I love the Corrs as well, and this is one of the best songs! Thanks for sharing this video!
My pleasure, so glad you liked it 🙂
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I like being home with all my stuff and knowing where everything is.
I get that, Phil. 🙂
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The nomadic life is what we used to follow in a campervan every holiday, covering thousands of kilometers over three weeks. Alas, it just isn’t safe any more.
In my days dreams it must be safe, but I know exactly what you mean Col.
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Love the song. Brings back memories. I do not know where I would start !
The song is beautiful 🙂 Hope the memories are good ones.
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They surely are ! thanks Hope, kathryn
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‘Home’ has always been the most important place for me ..hence the name of my blog..but like you I would love to travel as much as possible… Diane
I agree, I must have “home” but I would love to travel 🙂
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I’ve lived in 8 different cities in Brazil and 1 in the US, and that made me learn that your home can always change, but having a place to call your own… Simply magical 🙂 first time visiting your blog! I liked it 😀 take care!
That is so true, and thank you so much for the visit, glad you liked it 🙂
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I just love the way you write, from the heart like I do
Than you so much, Terry 🙂
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I have always said that, “Home is where ever you hang your hat.” Me having a military background I always felt at home where ever I was. I never needed a place to call home but now that I am older it is also good to have a place to call my home. I always have that itch to just pack it all up and go. But as you put it there are those responsibilities that we all have to take care of. Take care and have a wonderful day!
Peace!!!
That is so true, Frank. Thank you.
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Listening to the song, I wonder which is more powerful. The beautiful melody or the solitude of the lyrics?
Shakti
You’re so right Shakti 🙂
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I thought of this song when I read your title and was pleasantly surprised when I saw you added it in at the bottom here 🙂
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Glad you enjoyed it TA 🙂
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I’m such a “homebody.” The idea of travel is nice–seeing new and wonderful places, breaking up hum-drum routines…, but the the reality is that travel is exhausting to me. A little goes a long way. Time at home is healing. I guess the world needs travelers and it needs people waiting for them–someone for them to come home to.
I must say that my latest trip was quite exhausting, but I loved it. I have not travelled enough, I don’t think 🙂
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