Home. What a strange concept to wrap your head around. Merriem-Webster’s Dictionary describes home as “the place where one lives permanently.” But if you listen to just a handful of the dozens upon dozens of songs written about “home,” the physical location seems way less prominent, but rather the emphasis is placed on the people.
So if home is described by the people in our lives, then college makes finding a home so very tricky. We are stuck in a state of limbo where we have the people we grew up with and the friends we crafted at school, but rarely to these two groups of people or locations overlap. So how do we ever find a home when we are constantly stuck in this vicious cycle of missing somebody?
With this dizzy of thoughts swirling through my head I found a song that encases what I believe “home” to be defined as. Although I am sure hundreds of artists have named their song “home” (and I am sure there are about 50 aspiring singer-songwriters out there crafting a tune with this title as I type this out) I think that Gabrielle Aplin’s song, “Home,” truly understands the weight that the word carries.
I think that my favorite line in the song is “comfort will rest on my shoulder and I’ll bury my future behind.” I want home to be a place where I am at utter ease and I don’t have to think about what I am going to do in the future or where I am going in life. I can live completely in the moment and in the now; surrounded by the people I love most in the world. As a college student, with the immensity of the future constantly within view, I suppose this is just a fluttering dream. Perhaps I am so attracted to this song because it embodies my perfect vision of home. Serenity. Comfort. And most importantly: my kindred spirits.